Or rather you fought.
Fought with such ferocity that you spat contempt at me.
Showed a side I had not seen.
You fought for her.
Burned me with your brand because this one, well she was worth scarring me for.
The journey you had shared made her presence a necessity.
Regardless of the damage she'd previously inflicted upon you so carelessly.
I bled quietly.
When the time came for you to fight for me.
You sat quietly.
Looked on as bruise after well placed bruise marked my already swollen skin.
Barely even making eye contact.
Fairy tale not for the faint hearted.
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