Every Tear

"it couldn't hurt me"

I used to tell myself no other love could make me feel like yours did. But, the truth of the matter is that his eyes are brown, like yours... and I long for him, as I once did for you. Though...his words are comforting, they ring promise and hope, while yours never did. His voice shakes me fragile, while yours broke me in pieces, and he constantly breathes fire into my lungs, melting the ice you've built. And I often awe at what he's made me to be... For I loved you, but he makes me love me.