He was colder
than my nightly mid-winter walks
snapping, and yelling, and hurting
A boy made of rage
being with him was like
tying myself to a bomb
and accepting my fate because I didn\'t
want to admit that bombs do
what bombs do
You were warmer
than the feeling of walking back inside
to a warm home
loving, and caring, and calming
A boy made of light
being with you is like
having someone there to untie me
and save me, and show me.
you made me realize that
I really do know what bombs do
Being with you
is like being gifted with rain
after melting in the desert
its like
giving my love to something
that won\'t rob me of everything else too
loving you
is the best thing I\'ve done
loving you
is not a bomb,
its the diffusion of one