Instead of giving me a torch and assuming I’ll find my way
out of the darkness and into the light,
he held my hand and helped me grow accustomed to my blindness
until I wasn’t afraid of the darkness anymore.
“I would watch you burn over and over and over again just to see your sins scorch your skin for eternity.”
Closure, Part Two
You bleed out a thousand incomprehensible thoughts onto paper and suddenly the world commends you for being a fucking artist.
I don’t know what he sees in me, but I pray it’s the world.
He’s my content sigh in the morning and my last thought before I sleep. He also happens to be everything in between.
It was like digging your nails into the earth over and over again, and coming up empty every time. Reaching into the core of your soul, and finding nothing to grasp hold of. I could scream his name a thousand times into the twilight, and twenty miles away, all he’d hear is the wailing creatures of the night. His darkness blinded my senses whilst his couldn’t be clearer. The light I gave him couldn’t have shone any brighter. How can one walk away from a person who left footprints, not fucking fingerprints, on your heart? He set me on fire and left me to choke on the smoke, retching on the ashes of our past.
And just like that, he was gone.