storm.

he spoke in whirlwinds and I was constantly caught in the eye of the vortex.

deprived of oxygen, suffocating, his words coated in layers of carcinogens he drowned my lungs in hoping to save my sorry soul, when all they did was blacken my heart and make it harder to breathe.

killers can easily be disguised as saviours, but if you try to open your eyes you'll only want to shut them.

his silence was the calm to the storm, and all i wanted was for him to speak again.