Ankle, ever since I twisted you a month ago, I haven’t been nice.
I said I hated you and told you that you suck and that you’re a fucking bitch.
I wore heels, I danced on you.
And then I told you how much I hated you again.
No wonder you’re still hurting.
I want to tell you right now, that I don’t hate you. I love you. You know, you’re pretty sexy, no matter what other physical flaws I’ve had and have, you’ve always looked good. You’ve supported me in every step I’ve ever taken, even though I’ve tortured you in heels all my life. You know you look great in heels though.
It might seem like you’ve been doing all the giving in this relationship, and I’ve taken you for granted and not given back.
I won’t do that anymore. So please, please can you heal yourself now? I’m doing my best to take care of you, so come on, take care of me again.