Shannon Marie. 23. Leo;
Expressing thyself is the only way to stay sane
I will love you when the lightning strikes and you feel the thunder rumbling your ribcage,
when everything around you has been turned to dust that slides through your fingers as if it were falling through the holes he left in your fragile paper heart.
I will love you when everything has gone dark and you’re still crying
and you’ve consumed more than 600 calories and you’re so convinced you’re too horrid to love, that you won’t even let me hold you in the light.
I will love you when you call me at 4am, sobbing too hard to even say hello,
when the sky is falling and no one can see,
when the world is shaking and you feel like a dead tree,
bent to the point of breaking and the strength in your core run dry,
when you feel as if your heart is a black hole, just because he said hi.
I will love you when you fall asleep on the phone because your body is just trying to survive,
when your hands are black and blue from building brick walls around your heart and then punching them so hard that your fists bleed into your porcelain sink,
and when you hurt so much that death is all you can think
so you yell at God for making you this way and ask him to just take all the pain away,
and I will yell too, if that’s what will please you.
I will love you when you can’t see anymore ‘cuz you’ve been blinded by starlight,
and on the nights when everything is black and your heart feels as heavy as a forgotten rucksack.
I will love you in the dark and in the light,
on the hardest days and the happiest nights,
I will love you and I promise that love will never run dry,
not until the day I die.