He is made of battle armour And sharply edged swords, But she doesn’t mind. She has fields of flowers At her disposal. She has dripping hearts To spare. She wants the heat And the fury of a war. She wants the passion Required to kill. After all, war and love Are not quite so different As they might seem. In both, you offer up Everything you have, And emerge on fire, Less whole than you Once might have been. In both, you burn And you bleed.

*she doesn’t text me back for 4 hours*

Not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what they’ve given us.