and in the heat of the moment,
he finally discovered her.
he found the light,
that once turned so dark
standing right across the room
wearing nothing
but her scars.
he fell in love with the madness
because he knew-
he just knew that her madness
that her madness-
that her grueling despondency,
was his too.
he just knew that
wherever she went,
there was a glimmer of hope,
there was felicity,
there was life.
lying there,
so vulnerably beautiful,
lay a broken soul
crying for help,
begging to be loved.
chaos;h.k
