You are running out of places to hide because they no longer mean what they once meant to you. And you are trusting more... because.. **** it, that's why. You now love the man, who the bigger part of you once hated-- but when the bigger became the smaller, you forgot just why. And now all that you can remember is that you have always loved the one, you tried
so hard to hate.. And hate becomes love when you let go, and become a part of
the very part of you, that you tried so hard to un-do.
she runs through the streets with eyes painted red under a black belly of cloud, in the rain In through a doorway she brings me white gold and pearls, stolen from the sea She is raging She is raging and the storm blows up in her eyes She will suffer the needle-chill she's running to stand still . https://youtu.be/FvUI-s4Azw4