Old Boyfriend by Kori | Written on 1/29/2017

He had tattoos of religious imagery all over his chest.

“What kind of thug are you?”

“This is my bulletproof vest.”

I laugh loudly at his shyness.

I could hear it in his words,

the pacing.

He’s nervous.

He kissed me but it wasn’t loud.

It filled my lungs.

The world could shatter,

I wouldn’t move.

I wanted a bad boy.

But you’ll do fine.

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