I carried you the way you care for a child who scrapped his knees.

I loved you as tenderly as a giant walks through a Forrest of stain glass tree branches.

I fell for you as hard as an atomic bomb hits the head of a needle, only to rest dormant in  anticipation of further destruction.

And some nights, some nights I laid awake gripping the air wishing the game of Russian roulette in my chest would finally end.

Other nights I would sleep so deeply I thought I could sleep through my own death, some nights I wished I did.

And Every morning I would wake up with desolation and longing soaked deep into my sheets.