He was a hurricane.

Awoke every part of me.

The shadows of my soul 

That i did not dare enter.

He took away the sadness

Even for just a short while.

 

But,

He is also broken

Just as dark as me.

I can't save him,

I can't wake his soul,

I can't help him breathe.

 

I need him in my life

Yet he refuses to exist.

His meaning is excessive

He can't even comprehend

Sadness

Sorrow

Guilt

That would diminish everything.

He doesn't see beauty

Just pain and ugly

But if he would look past the mirror,

He would find out that he defines

Beauty and importance.

 

I love him.

If he goes

I will soon perish.

Yet I still follow.

We will face the storm together.