Why She Stayed
He is a storm,
and storms devastate,
but every time he hurts you,
you hold your breath
and bear the hurricane;
repeating to yourself
One more chance
One more breath
just one more,
and you'll fix him.
Until one day you can't
hold your breath anymore,
and you are
half a stormy evening,
one tear-stained night,
two minutes
and five seconds
away from breaking down.
And you realize
you cannot fix anyone,
not until you fix yourself.
by Nikita Gill