Downpour.

It’s predictable but not a lie when I tell you half of the water in my shower comes from tears.

Flooding windows.

One day, I will know. One day, I will be able to comfort you. Your pain hurts me in indescribable ways. I am ashamed I cannot understand you. I wish I knew that same feeling. Those hot, salty tears streaming down your face long to be understood. And though I will never wish bad on…

War.

Our relationship was built on battles. I always fought you. It was an endless tight rope performance. Balancing my freedom with the treacherous cage you had for me.   Nothing impressed you. Nothing worked. It just tore us apart. With time, we were both tired. Exhausted of the passive aggression. We grew tired of having…

February 25, 2017.

That night, You held me in your arms. You wiped the tears as they spilled from my eyes. Without judgement, you told me to not let my past define me. Nestled in your safety, I had never felt such comfort before this.   That night, you reminded me I was a good person. You knew…