Chaotically Conclusive

It was different with him though. When anyone else looks at me, they look at where I’ve been, what I’ve been through. They look at the memories and the scars, and they look at me like I’m not whole. When he looks at, he looks at who I am now. He looks at me while I’m in his arms and that’s all that matters. All that matters is where I am now, and that now, I’m with him and no one else is going to hurt me. He looks at me like I’m a mystery and he smiles because he’s figured me out.

Someone who truly loves you, sees what a mess you can be, how moody you can get, and how hard you can be to handle, but still wants you.

I could start fires with what i feel for you.

Let me tell you how it feels to worry all the time. To feel as if your trapped. A constant wall. It stops you in your tracks. Then the panic sets in. Heart beats fast, cold chills, begin to sweat, feet and hands go numb, taste of metal, ringing ears, everything too loud, you feel like everyone’s watching, witnessing your weakness. Everyday it’s the same. You wish you didn’t care, that it didn’t feel like this, but it does, and it will for a long time. You try to reach out, but you’re slowly sinking into a pit of darkness, scrambling for a hand to pull you out from it’s depths…but no one listens.

I wanted to escape but then I realised you can’t run away from your own thoughts.

I saw the world in colors and you saw it in lines.

I never needed drugs. Everything I loved destroyed me enough.