they were only sentences, while you are the whole book

They've become invested in how we live.

In how we survive each day. In how we treat each other...

and in how we fall deeply in love in each ing day.

It felt frustrating, bothersome, and infuriating.

Those people were only sentences while you are the whole book. They have no say on who you are and in what ways you should be. I fell deeply in love with you without any hesitation because you loved me first.

You saved me even before you fully got to know me.

And that's why I was confident

when I turned my back on them.

Because it was only you who I needed.

You were given to me when I pleaded.

On nights when you desperately question me about the things you lack, about what you think you lacked as a person and as my lover, I could barely hold myself.

It drove me insane, for it was maddening to even hear the names of the people who hurt you, the same ones who were once familiar with me.

You didn't deserve that; we didn't deserve that.

And as random rumors started to spread more, the more I tightened my hold on you. The more I embrace you in fear that you might leave me, for it became a heavy burden to be wrongly seen by those who could easily reach me with their fingertips. It frightened me, not because of the stupidity of their mouth, but because of the pain in your voice as you ask me why. Why are they so small-minded? It hurt me, because it was hurting you. I longed to break them again, the way I did before. For the first time ever since you came into my life, I wanted to go back to who I used to be before I met you. Just so I could break their bones and burn them again. The toxicity in my veins was raging in flames, wanting to overcome my sanity again.

And yet, you still embraced me. As I burn in rage, you still embrace me, letting my anger burn through your flesh. And this time, I questioned myself.

How could they hate you when you are beyond perfection? What are all those rumors ? Why did they even think about it when all you ever did was embrace me, tightly and lovingly?

You were able to tame me, to stop the raging flames from spreading around, circling those who tried to test my insanity.

With a heavy sigh, I looked at you. And it was enough. Seeing you, feeling you, holding you. It was more than enough to stop my rampage. And calming enough to let their empty words reach us without getting hurt.

They were just sentences while you are the whole book. And with all the words they come up with just to break us, I am still safe with you with just one look.