"We were never made for each other ,
That's what I thought when you came into my life like a storm which I never saw it coming .
We were so bad together , worse than a hurricane , it was so wrong ,
Worse than a disaster , it was never meant to last long .
Yet , the only thing stuck in my head were the fights that we fought ,
Playing on replay , still fresh in my thoughts.
Or catching you red handed staring at me with desire ,
Setting my heart on fire like a bonfire.
And that's what I wanted right now ,
For you to fill all those blank spaces that you left somehow .
I want to tell him , that I missed him so much ,
And feel myself losing under his touch.
He was never the brightest star , shinning up on the sky ,
But he gave me a reason to survive.
I see myself in a pathetic state and ask why ?."
- Toxic, Calliope
A/N: I am no poet, just someone who loves to play with words.
She struggles with trust. She's broken.
He struggles with peace and his haunting past; unaware of the necessity to love. Can these two come together and be each other's light?
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"I'm Detective Morris," He said, offering me his hand.
The saying was true: there is always light at the end of a tunnel, but a light can lose its power, can't it?
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