nico seems to make

every bad situation better.

so when, like him (the atlantic),

my world came crashing down

in a shower of ice and oysters

he held me as tight as

an octopus with seven arms.

he is the only person who

loves me, because my

"sisters" (if we call them that)

have broke me up with a

hammer, yet again, but

this time they hit my head

and not my heart, because

I'm questioning my own

very existence,

what happens if a

galaxy dies out?

because they only moved back

for their own boyfriends,

that they will break up with

for the millionth time this year,

they didn't consider me at all,

or nico, which makes me

angrier,

how could you not recognize

such magnificence and,

bury him with your soft hearts

as if neither exist, and the dirt is

still eating away at them,

you may be broken, but

I'm nothing.

I cry to him in

his stepmother's car

as he slings an arm

over my shoulders,

I'm just glad that he's here

and I'm here

to hold hands and chase the world

and maybe beat it in a race

while time slips by and we know it

but who cares if there's tomorrow?

but what if there

isn't a

tomorrow?

will he lay next to me

in our dying beds

freezing but our

warm hearts close our scars?

I love it when he

talks about a family

as if we're twenty-two

and living in an apartment complex.

I love it when he

eats his food with his

manners and poise and

looks so amazing.

you see, he makes me forget

all my pain and worry and

drags me back over

to our very own landscape

of fire and ice at peace

and our hands intertwined when

walking past irrelevant stores

in the mall.

and just like that,

I'm not broken anymore.