My love for him used to be a light at the end of the tunnel.
But what once was a fire that burned so passionately is now becoming a dim candle and I’m the rain that’s coming down from the grey clouds
Just as much as he blinded me with his light I let my anger turn me into the storm that’s putting him out and blowing his flames
I am stuck at a crossroad, all I want it to go back to the beginning of the path and run instead of tripping and falling after every little pebble that came into my way... but he started to throw boulders into my direction and now this path I’ve traveled so far wants me to choose where to go
Do I continue to walk the same path? Do I continue to be the hurricane that destroyed everything in their path to put out the flames when the fire just wanted me to feel warmth?
How does a storm turn into a rainbow after it’s done raining ?