DMsSoulGuardian92

somewhere in my heart you came in like a hurricane shoving everything that stood in your path to the side and i let you because maybe my friends were just clogging my arteries and maybe the things i wanted were just going to badden my blood. the fire that was within you burned holes into my skin you were the heat atop the flames that made my vision lack tension and i was blinded--your hands were so much bigger than mine you embodied a giant and you crushed me like i was a weed i should have been scared at the fact that you were over a foot taller than me but someone told me that if you stare a tiger down they will submit to you unfortunately

trust is like a two-person tug of war and you are a piece of gum, chewed then spat out. trust should work like a traffic light. what do you do when you start seeing his hands in the form of bruises?  when he stops communicating unless it's in the form of alcoholic tang, letters written on your tongue with his? what do you do when the cold you start to feel doesn't come from the outside, but in, and his body heat cannot seep into your bones? you bleach your hair and paint makeup over your skin and try to become the kind of girl you never were. you trust him until the red staining his lips isn't your own blood but lipstick.  you trust him even