when i first met you, i was a shipwreck and you were a lonely castaway. every part of me was in ruins; my tears flooding onto my skin as if they were a void desert. and you. you with your swollen lips and crooked intentions. we were the same. we were the shattered glass scattered in your rose garden and all you could do was admire the beauty from afar. you couldn't get a scratch on your perfect features anyway.
but thats when i realized that the concept of opposites finding their way to each other was stupid. it wasn't valid. atleast not for us. but what was true, was the fact that two wrongs made it right. because when my eyes locked with yours, our hearts beating with the sound of the music, i knew it would make sense in the most cohesive way. you would be my planet, the one with enthusiasm and life, while i would be your lonely satellite, wavering around in hopes that you would one day give me something to wait for. something to come back to. something to keep longing for.
but like the freight cars flashing warnings and the weary glances of thunderstorms, you would come and leave me as wreckage. you'd come in as a breeze and leave me with a hurricane worth of damage that couldn't be repaired. but it's okay. i'd find refuge in something else and for a while, things would make less sense but i'd still be fine. and then, maybe a year later, we could stumble into each other and then i could show you that even though you were a candle burning out, i was a firestorm.
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2 a.m. thoughts
Fanfictioni usually wake up at 2 am and think about a lot of stuff. i tried to sum them up and write them here. [ lowercase intended.]
