In a few years I'll think back to that time that you tore me down in the church attic, I'll think back to the day that you took me to a house of brews and took me dancing, I'll think back to when I fell in love on the moon and in the clouds.
You disemboweled me , leaving nothing but the ***** that lets me exist, while you saved every other part of me. You brought sleeping with enemies to life, but didn't they always say to keep your enemies close? I guess you took that literally , I guess you took my metaphor literal when I told you I wanted you to eat my heart out. You were clueless to who the enemy really was. You have no idea of the threats I posses. I warn you every day, and every day you tell me the same thing. You assure me of our future and liberate me from the past. I let people use and abuse me, simply because it does not hurt. I thought you would be one of the many to use and pass me by. I remember when I asked you to hurt me, I begged you to help me feel, I pleaded for you to leave bruises, instead you filled my heart with warmth, something I've never been use to. Affection is not something I've been taught, love is not a word often heard to my ears, when people hug me I shy away because it does not feel right. But you make warmth feel like home, love is not just a vocabulary word with you and vulnerability is something that I am indefinatley okay with if you are by my side. I told you that people that fall in love fast are kind of like the lighting of a match, they fall out of it just as quick, but you said promptly, that's for people who don't know where to put the flame. You look at me as if I put every shade of blue in the sky just for you, and you told me I did, informing me that blue was your favorite color , letting me know that I would never feel the color of the sky again.