He's warm.
His love pours out around me, wrapping me tightly in isolation, keeping me safe
He's sweet with just the right amount of sin dripping from his lips
Desperately trying to love me but knowing that love isn't always enough
He's wild and free,
Without a care in the world for a single being
But somehow still cares for me
He's isolated, the demons wrecking his mind, flooding negativity and doubt into every corner.
He's fighting
And
Fighting
And
Fighting
Begging me not to give up
Never.
I will never give up on you
Keep fighting.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
