The way he makes me feel

Like fire that burns

blue

+

red

like the eerie silence when you catch your breath

+ feel relief

after a storm as you begin to truly see,

really feel

the precision of the

damage

and somehow it leaves you

wishing the twister would wind its way back

 

like you’re the loneliest survivor

 

like a junkie

 

like an addict

like a stranger who is more myself than me

like the other girls that he might hurt

like I

never want to

have to

will

see him again