Why she stayed.
He is a storm,
and storms d e v a s t a t e ,
but every time he hurts you,
you hold your breath
and b e a r the hurricane;
repeating to yourself
one more c h a n c e
one more breath
just one more, and you'll f i x him.
Until one day
you can't hold you breath anymore,
and you are half a stormy evening,
one tear-stained night,
two minutes and five seconds
away from b r e a k i n g down.
And you r e a l i s e ,
you cannot fix anyone,
not until you fix y o u r s e l f .
- Nikita Gill
