found via bloodmilk
There were a lot of emotions meant to be explained. A lot of feelings and questions that were supposed to be made clear once there was a solution that threaded everything together like a patchwork quilt. Contrasting fibers, mismatched patterns and colors blended into one perfect mess that was warm, cozy and tucked me in so well at night. At least, that's what he used to feel like to me. I used to feel safe and comforted, swaddled in blankets, but now I find myself panicking every second of it all. I looked at myself in the mirror, and noticed that I hadn't seen myself clearly in a long time. There isn't much of me left. I don't feel safe around him anymore.
