Oh you silly little thing. How could you cry so long and so uselessly and loud for someone you've never met before.
You're dumb... you're stupid he said. As soon as his insults came flying at me my tears dried up and hardened.
I don't know what you were hoping to accomplish by yelling at me, don't know why you bothered calling me foolish... but you did over and over and over again until your words turned meaningless.
Maybe you were trying to make me stronger, break me down to force me to rebuild and rid myself of my naivety.
Sticks and stones, love. Sticks, and motherfucking stones.
The only things that break me down are my fears, I've only got a handful but you as sure as hell don't know them.
I'll mourn and cry and throw dirt in the air, rub it in my face wallow in my blood, freeze over and crack a million times over if I damned well feel like it. I'll do it all and commit suicide on top of it all for the death of a stranger I've loved so much. You can't tell me who and who i cannot shed my tears for.