Every story has a,
Beginning,
Middle,
And end,
All stories,
Seem to hold,
Some sort,
Of trend
I think though,
Ours rises above all,
Because with broken pieces,
We prevented our downfalls,
I was in a place,
None should see,
The devil spoke,
And whispered in my ear,
He threatened,
To burn away every dream,
And that he did,
Day by day,
As it seemed,
I turned so twisted and insane,
To want to hurt others,
And not feel the pain,
When I hurt myself,
I felt I was nothing,
And nothing I was,
But don’t misunderstand,
I did not appear this way,
I kept my darkest thoughts,
In a box, locked, and far away,
Every now and then,
That box would call my name,
And ever so slowly,
Would I open it and see,
The darkness and blood,
That demon side of me,
It screamed and it fought,
Wrapping its evil around my throat,
For my words were my weapons,
And it knew exactly this,
I was weak, I was dead,
It took advantage in knowing,
I was helpless,
But through this I could smile,
It is my gift,
To continue on,
Like my torture,
Doesn’t exist,
No one knows,
And yes even you,
How truly broken I am,
This is only because,
I try and focus
Just on us two,
Though randomly you came,
That spark in the corner,
Of my forbidden box,
A smile in the darkness,
A laugh, and giggle,
Through night long talks,
And like me,
You have a box of your own,
One with a lock,
But a key you struggle to control,
And in this I smile,
Because I understand,
Your problems and you,
As a whole,
I see who you are,
And evil is far off,
Your past haunts you,
As mine does me,
And in this distress we have,
I feel serenity,
Because finally,
I have someone I understand,
And who understands me,
Who destroyed the box,
That held the evil I could be,
It’s crazy, and insane,
What we are pulling off,
It’s reckless, and difficult,
But worth every moment,
Because in the end,
Who better to mend a broken heart?
Then one that was broken from the start,
All stories,
Seem to hold,
Some sort of trend,
Every story has,
A beginning,
Middle,
And hopefully ours never has,
An end
