why is it that you are my calm and my storm at the same time?
Loving you was like going to war;
I never came back the same.
Not to be too "EdGy" here, but still in the process of healing and overcoming having left a severely abusive relationship.
I sat with my anger long enough,
Until it told me it's real name was grief.
I said, "Love me or leave me!"
I once heard one broken heart say to another broken heart that ''i wish we were not made of glass''.
Only a broken heart understands the plight of another.
I love someone I can't love anymore
And it haunts me to my bones
The ice between us
And the water melted
through my eyes
When you talk to that one person after a long span