He is a storm and storms devastate, but every time he hurts you, you hold your breath and bear the hurricane; repeating to yourself One more chance One more breath just one more, and you'll fix him
Until one day you can't hold your breath anymore, and you are half a stormy evening, one tear stained night, two minutes and five seconds away from breaking down,
And you realize, you cannot fixanyone, not until you fixyourself.
Don't become broken glass just to be someone else's mosaic