SORRY FOR THE SAKE OF US

he was the tsunami
in my stomach once but I stopped
loving something dangerous
when I caught myself smiling
at the thought of self harming.
his eyes were chocolate brown
he reminded me of the clouds in
the sky because he was different
every time I looked up at him.
he hates his work and maybe
it's cause he thinks too much
he thought that holding my hand
until it went from purple to blue
wasn't possessive and I like being
independent in my own skin.
I know he never liked my laugh
or the way I thought but he had no idea
it's better if he didn't understand
how I think or how I see things
until he walked a mile in my shoes.
he saw me in dark clouds
and calm waves but never thought
of stopping the train wreck
he knew I was becoming.
He drove me past insane
and know my scream is louder
than the wind and just as
powerful as the girl I am today.