The most important people you will meet in your life
Are the people who make you feel love and happiness and trust again after you thought your heart had broken for good.
The people who, like a lighthouse guiding you through the storm, bring your heart home.
I loved them both, my wild, broken men.
Both covered in tattoos and scars, fair hair, brown-green-gold eyes.
My two loves, born on the same day, a year apart.
Both stole my heart, a year apart.
It's as if the universe knew the type of human who set my soul ablaze,
And gifted me this human twice. Both made me laugh, both made me scream, both drove me wild in a way nobody else could.
They knew how to make me cry and they knew exactly what to do with my fingernails leave bloody red ribbons down their backs.
And these two,
Both so alike,
Yet.. somehow still world's apart,
Battered bruised hearts, knew exactly how to love me.
How to make feel as though I was the sun and the moon and the stars all put together.
They looked at me like I was magic, and god how I believed them.
They loved me the same and they left me the same.
Broke me down, ripped me open, twisted out my heart,
They both cradled me as I cried on their bathroom floors,
Same suburb, 5 minutes apart, and then they held me tight as we slept in the blood.
And in the morning,
They'd kiss me goodbye and tell me I was still golden and it wasn't my fault. Both had been lost to the darkness, refusing my light.
One half of my heart was taken back in August 2015, the other in the following neverending shadows up from this past January.
My crooked soul-binding loves, each forever living with half of my broken heart.
Are the people who make you feel love and happiness and trust again after you thought your heart had broken for good.
The people who, like a lighthouse guiding you through the storm, bring your heart home.
I loved them both, my wild, broken men.
Both covered in tattoos and scars, fair hair, brown-green-gold eyes.
My two loves, born on the same day, a year apart.
Both stole my heart, a year apart.
It's as if the universe knew the type of human who set my soul ablaze,
And gifted me this human twice. Both made me laugh, both made me scream, both drove me wild in a way nobody else could.
They knew how to make me cry and they knew exactly what to do with my fingernails leave bloody red ribbons down their backs.
And these two,
Both so alike,
Yet.. somehow still world's apart,
Battered bruised hearts, knew exactly how to love me.
How to make feel as though I was the sun and the moon and the stars all put together.
They looked at me like I was magic, and god how I believed them.
They loved me the same and they left me the same.
Broke me down, ripped me open, twisted out my heart,
They both cradled me as I cried on their bathroom floors,
Same suburb, 5 minutes apart, and then they held me tight as we slept in the blood.
And in the morning,
They'd kiss me goodbye and tell me I was still golden and it wasn't my fault. Both had been lost to the darkness, refusing my light.
One half of my heart was taken back in August 2015, the other in the following neverending shadows up from this past January.
My crooked soul-binding loves, each forever living with half of my broken heart.