Anyone who thinks a relationship is sunshine and rainbows is wrong. It’s the worst thing in the world.
It’s also the best.
You’re going to go through hell. Get your head out of the clouds.
You’ll be borderline murderous. Attacking their every word. Reducing them and yourself to tears. And then you video call. They call you beautiful. And you’re reminded why it’s worth it.
The bad times are worth it.
Your pillow will get drenched. Your mind will get lost. Your heart will scream.
And then you make new memories. New quirks. New inside jokes.
Taking the risk of holding their hand means they will drag you through hell. But that hand will comfort you. Call you beautiful. Tell you they’ll never give up on you. Find that. Find the calm after the storm. I am the storm and so is he.
Love is destruction. Dangerous. Love is madness. Insanity. Love is nurturing. Lovely
It’s a kind of storm. Out at sea.
My head is an ocean… sharks, shipwrecks, huge overwhelming waves.
The water falls out my eyes. The ocean is too full.
Boats crash on the rocks. The impact is felt on my temples.
Thunder roars in and over me and hot tears rip down my face.
All is quiet. Just drowning. Too much ocean. Stillness.
Impact. Collision with rocks.
It starts again. The storm. The swell. The over-flow. My ocean…
Heart of frozen thorns and black ice; razors spiking and puncturing the brain; contorted thoughts
The princess in her tower of lies
Burning with the pain of her suspects
Eyes are averted
A fabricated drama
Misunderstandings turned into a long-lasting affray
Ice crackles on the flicker of a tongue
The face plastered to dart boards
Flying metal spikes
A macabre and intrusive scowl
Waiting for the next remark to kill prey
lashes of whips
Ego burns hot in the ice of the heart.