He is a storm
and storms devastate,
but every time he hurt you,
you hold on your breath
and bear the hurricane;
repeating to yourself
one more chance
one more breath
just one more,
and you will fix him

until one day you can not
hold your breath anymore,
and you are
half a stormy evening
one tear stained night,
two minutes and five second
away from breaking down

and you realise,
you cannot fix anyone,
until you fix yourself

-Nikita Gill