I used to think you were the light at the end of a tunnel, the kind of rain that soothes you, the feeling of coming home. I used to think you were so many beautiful things but you are the sound of a heart breaking, and the coldness of snow, and the sound of nails scraping a chalkboard. I loved you and I was too blind to realize that you were just using "I love you" as an excuse to keep hurting me.
