He ran from rain clouds;
So demand to be the eye of the storm,
And have no reservations other than for that dinner you will go on with the sisters that have never left your side,
Side,his side the bed where he lay seems like a sinking black hole that reflects what you are showing everyone; emptiness.
Empty, empty bottles of vodka that you barely remember pouring in to the cracks of you,
Cracking and breaking do not shy from being your own protector because in all honesty you damaged you damn self when you believed that he would never hurt you.
He never protected you.
You this is your story your life he lost the right to co direct this movie when he took the star and pulled her back down to earth