And i remember loving him when he was at his lowest and looked as if he couldn't get any worse,
and i remember loving him when he was at his best and shone the brightest.
I loved him when his eyes resembled a thousand supernovas and dripped with love whenever he looked at me and i loved him when his eyes resembled blackholes and were as emotionless as the white of snow.
I loved him when his hands brushed against mine gently and clutched my beating heart steadily and i loved him when his hands shook and punched holes in walls.
I loved him when he ran his fingertips down my skin and left me feeling like a masterpiece and i loved him when his tongue spoke hatred and left my heart feeling like a torn page.
I loved him when he decorated my body with stars and made me feel like the entire universe and i loved him when he painted my mind with sadness and darkness.
I loved him when he felt like home and i loved him when he felt like cold motel rooms.
I loved him, i still do.
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Poetry"he's colder than ice but god, he lights up a fire in my chest." a collection of sad words about numb skin and cold hearts
