you have never loved someone like this

and she is divine, untouchable terrifying, dangerous and heartbreaking and you’ve heard the stories, everyone has how those who try to reach the moon end up scorched by the sun instead

She won’t hesitate to rip your heart out and use your dripping blood as war paint. She was forged in fire and raised from the ashes. Her enemies bones have been ground to dust and she built her temple upon their ruins. She is fire She is rain She is heart and she is never afraid.

                                      ————-those who are damaged are the most ; ; ;

She is a year ago. She is the ache in the empty, the first time you changed your mind and the last time you were sorry about it. She is a city sleeping beside you, warm and vast and familiar, streetlights yawning and stretching, and you have never. You have never. You have never loved someone like this. She is your first stomach ache. Your first panic attack and your favorite cold shower. A mountain is moving somewhere inside of you, and her handprints are all over it. Here. Here. Here, you love her. In the fractured morning, full of too tired and too sad, she is the first foot that leaves the bed. She is the fight in you, the winning and the losing battle floating like a shipwreck in your chest. When they ask you what your favorite moment is, You will say Her. You will always say Her.