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[ chapter seven - i hate it here ] —
What's the most Dangerous thing in the world?
Some say skydiving with no parachute Or bleeding in shark infested waters.
Others say that it's Running headfirst into a burning building Or threatening a wild animal.
What's the most Dangerous thing in the world?
They ask me the question Expecting an answer that's the same.
Instead, the word that comes to mind is love.
You put your heart out there, expecting the person you've given it to To hold it and cherish it like their own.
Sometimes they do.
But sometimes they stab it And squeeze it Until it's bleeding in their palm And down onto their forearm and shoes.
And sometimes... Even when you feel the pain from those actions And you feel yourself dying from the loss of blood And the stab wounds and the squeezing... You still trust your heart in their hands Far morethan you trust it in your own.
I would jump out of that plane With nothing to save me But my hope that if I go down, At least I go down with my lover.
I would dive Right into that shark-filled water Having full faith That their arms would protect me.
I would sprint Into a building engulfed in flames For the tiny chance that I could save That beautiful heart of theirs.
I would threaten a wild animal So that they could escape.
I would let him stab me in the back Five hundred times over If he called me baby as he did it.
