I never knew something so delicate could make me feel so vulnerable to a state where I begged for being strong again.
She was my strength as well as my weakness.
Or was she my demon with an angel face?
Her naked body, once showed me some ugly scars.
But that made her more beautiful and strong.
Fire in her eyes showed me my eternity with her.
She had me restrained
So I could never escape from her.
She seized my every thoughts and shoved her horrible memories inside my brain.
But that made me protect her more, loved her more.
I knew, she was gone.
But she left some signs of forever.
I knew, she was somewhere around me but near me, watching me go crazy over her.
She was crazy, but her crazy is still normal for me.