He is a storm,
and storms devastate,
but every time he hurts you,
you hold your breath
and bear the hurricane;
repeating to yourself
One more chance
One more breath
just one more
and you'll fix him.
Until one day you can't
hold your breath anymore,
and you are
half a stormy evening,
one tear-stained night,
two minutes
and five seconds
away from breaking down.
And you realize,
you cannot fix anyone,
not until you fix yourself.
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The Silent
Poesía⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way. *Please feel free to leave feedback and suggestions in the comments, thx...
