Love Hurts

Just the lines that come to mind at 2am when memories need to be revisited and sleep is set aside.

I'd let you drag me through hell,

if it meant I could hold your hand,

and if you're going to punch me,

do me a favour and kiss your fist,

because a kiss with a fist beats a pat on the head.

Author's Note

Not so much a piece of work, just thoughts I hope to thread into my later stories.