Salvagery

You are my adversity; you are everywhere, all the time. You are my disaster. You have brought me to life. You lit fireworks in my heart, and I am still burning. I am still in the sky, and it is so far from you. I did not believe in love at first sight, but maybe now I do. Maybe I just didn’t believe in living, because I was asleep before I met you. You became an addiction, and I was a user that was just pulled closer. It wasn’t happy, it was everything. It was anger, and sadness, and faith, and despair, and depression, and joy, and frustration. It was love, wasn’t it? With you, I am on that high. I am alive with you. Without you, everything is less. No wonder I became addicted. You were hero of my heroin. I put myself in rehab, but the system is corrupt, and we ran to each other over and over again. I ruined my world when you weren’t there to illuminate it. I am trying to be better now, but you make it so hard for anything to be neutral. I need to make my own fireworks, you can’t always be the fuel to set me ablaze. But I have learned so much from you. I am a better person because of you. The world is more vivid and worth living in. I will make my peace with your existence; I just don’t know if you still will be there in that balancing act.