Raped of my feelings torn of my independence.
Again at the lowest.
More confusion and idiotic decisions made.
It wasn't for the love anymore.
Because where I was it no longer existed.
Broken beyond repair.
Shear fear pulsated through my veins.
Captivating me in myself again.
But his comforting hand grabbed me and put me on my feet again.
Cleared the smoke that suffocated me in my thoughts.
And choked me when I wanted to break down and lose myself.
Something that has been so dear.
He was the most non judgmental and realistic person I had to make my heart continue to beat.
Replenishing my feelings and the restoration of my independence.
Regaining myself but stronger because I have him to make me better.
Nothing again to stop me and have me begging for a different way to escape
He calms me making everything for me possible
And he showed me I was never broken just a bad bruise
A bruise very deep it made him hurt just as bad.
As I healed I felt no longer captivated within myself
I felt trapped inside of all his love and the happiness
Leaving me beamish and in control again.
I was hurt
I was lost
I was screaming for help
I was needing him
To help pick me up from the emotional state I was thrown into.
And it was him who saved me.
