You were like the end of a storm, Gentle and kissing my whole body, But in the same way, You were as vigorous as the beginning Of the storm; Pounding against my body, Deafening my cries With claps of thunder, Much louder than I. (m.g.p)
you'd told me my love wasn't the love for you, but there was a time when my comfort was all you'd ever needed, and i was the person you wanted to be besides everywhere you went any time of day; and there was a time when your smile depended on the words i tried to sweetly speak to you and the words i used to make you smile; ended up being the words i regretted the most, because my love wasn't the love for you because someone had it already; and that someone was not me no matter how much i wished it was.
you stole her, ripped her from my hands and my heart, you left me with an empty space, gaping and begging for the love she once gave me; but you'd stole her, and all of the love she'd ever given me, and one day, you will be sorry.
and even when the demons gripped my bandaged wrists; you still managed to love me regardless; no matter what thoughts strangled my mind at 2am or pulled me back by severed wrists and fragile ankles at 2pm -m.g.p
and i guess sometimes n u m b n e s s will engulf me when your arms don't, and sometimes it's better to feel n o t h i n g; than to feel like *n o t h i n g