You did this.
You put this hope back into me.
You seduced my dark days,
made them arch their backs and grab fistfuls of hair.

This must be the heaven of hell.
The barren place where my detached soul and
reignited passion
sneak off to make out under the stairwell of my old junior high school.

I had been safe and naive.
I thought words held meaning far more than just that moment,
and the future didn't look like the rough hands of a suicidal storm.

I had promised myself that I would never make that mistake again.
That is until your inevitably grey eyes penetrated my doubts and made room for trust.