You were 'it' for me.

You were that thief i didn't mind opening my doors to and welcomed you with everything i have despite knowing you would leave after breaking in to my home and breaking me apart.

You were that Ferris wheel ride where i threw my guts out and promised while half-crying that i would never try again, but then you were someone i'd break an unbreakable vow for, so i let you turned my life up and down.

You were that tragic novel i cried over for three days and swore i'd never read again but i still did anyway with hopes that the ending would change even though i know it won't.

You were that nightmare i strained to hide inside an old pillowcase; that insomnia in my closet; that bottle of whiskey under my bed; that cigarette in my desk drawer.

You were everything i strived so hard to stay away from; the risk i was so afraid to take again; the kind of love i imprisoned in a Grimhold—but when it comes to you, i don't mind failing.

I don't mind losing this battle against myself just for you.
–Myka M. Obinque

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