We were written in letters of fire - we burned bright and brilliant and we burned painful, and so painfully long. I like to think we both loved hurting each other more than we could bear, that it was only our bruises that made us beautiful, and I know you remember me in blood and in belligerence. We shot maelstroms through quiet skies, and we let our lightning consume us.
We crumbled, anyway.
I have caged all my monsters and now I keep them in the boxes underneath my bed. These are the words I have used to cage them.
|| I almost killed you. But that only made me stronger.