I am a dark place; and I understood why nobody wanted to stay. Being left was a way of life; being broken became a routine. It as a cycle in which my whole life was built. It was a norm that I got accustomed to.


It wasn’t til I saw you smile that I realized I needed your light. Your eyes were the stars that make each night a little less cold, a little more calm. Your words made me strong and weak at the sme time, and boy, it was a battle I would fight every time. Your arms became my home.

You are my comfort zone.


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