When I saw him soft and vulnerable
That is when I loved him.
When he kissed me between burglar bars before he would enter my house
When he cooked for us
When he did math in the corner of my living room
When he wrote me poetry
The look on his face when we would watch marvel movies in the cinema
Him, asleep in my bed.
How cuddly he was when we were high
How he looked at me
How held me when I was in pain
Carrying me to the shower when i blacked out
Then…
When he wouldn’t let me walk near the road
When he held my hand
When he stopped me from heckling that random guy after he did
When he taught me self defence
When he showed me where to get a knife
This scared me.
When he put me in a headlock in his sleep.
That scared me.
When he shut me out
That broke me.
When he says he isn’t ready for a relationship
That hurt me.
And now.
Here I am crying.
Crying on and off for days
For all the times I have loved someone that wasn’t me more than I have loved myself, and yet, I am the only one who ever stayed.
This is the hardest habit I have ever had to Break.