Poetry

I had been holding it in
hoping one day it would end.
It warmed my ice cold skin
with the blazing pulses it would send.
I broke my hand against a wall,
tried to pull the trigger of that gun,
tried a million ways to stop it all.
I gave up cause I was done.
Then you appeared like a light
and those blazing pulses froze like ice.
For once the future seemed bright
I cried so hard cause it was so nice.
The way you loved me,
is the way you saved me.