Everyone you love is slowly dying and if you choose not to love them right they will die without knowing. - Nikita Gill

Burn every memory that does not help you grow. Destruction, too, can be necessary.

The Way Damaged People Love

Damaged people love you like you are a crime scene
before a crime has even been committed
They keep their running shoes beside their souls every night,
one eye open in case things change whilst they sleep.
Their backs are always tense as though waiting
to fight a sudden storm that might engulf them.

Because damaged people have already seen hell.

And damaged people understand that every evil demon
That exists down their was once a kind angel before it fell.

Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts. And chaos in their bones.