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
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Author:
LittleBug (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments4
Ahhhhhhh... peace.
hi syd , wow, i love this 🙂 seems quite a strong piece and deep too . bombs are always made to destruct unless of course we stop the bomb from exploding lol. so he explodes and snaps at you , but however explosive he is , he also has a warm side , and a gentle side .. really enjoyed this x
Thank you! its actually about two different people (but I like the way you saw it because there was an explosive and warm side to the first guy) I was in a rather abusive relationship for about three years and I was comparing that partner to my current partner.
I really appreciate this! Thanks, again.
loving you
is not a bomb,
its the diffusion of one''
the bomb will no longer explode, you will be saved and rescued, i sense that in the end everything is calm and settled..
A knight in shining armor for the princess who deserved so much better.
Glad that you are no longer attached to the bomb, safe and sound with a hero of your own.
My hero, thank you
❤
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