Sometimes I find the secret poems he writes about me,He describes me as his angel. The girl he’d give his life for. And it breaks my heart to read the words about how broken I am and how desperate he feels about it.
Hopelessness is the one feeling we both share when referring to myself. I wish every night to wake up and magically be healed, so that I can kiss his lips with relief, knowing he too will be set free from my demons. But, it seems like that day is far off from now. So we will wait, hand in hand. Against the storm we prevail, maybe there is something to lose but our love will always win.