Recovery

She Says...

She says: I could have loved him better, but back then I didn't even know how to love myself.

She says: I think he loved me back, but then again what is love to a boy who has nothing to lose?

She says: some days it was a fairytale and others, a horror story; we created thunderstorms with the flick of a tongue, in the blink of an eye.

She says: it was messy and it was destructive and it broke my heart, and if you asked me I'd go back, I'd most likely say no.

But she says, with a pause and a smile, it was still beautiful while it lasted.