Even If We Fight (Love Kills #3)

by Brianna Jean

I’m still not sure if it was a dream Or my memory made it feel like one But in the midnight hour of a random weekday A little bird met me on the roof A party raged below, full of everything I hated Of everything I loved Booze, drugs, and neon lights, Started and ended in a fight. I was pissed and feeling sick Dancing with demons, smoking cigarettes One by one and back to back, Hoping one day it would all go black But then she was there That little bird Shining brightly in my living hell And even then I had a feeling it wouldn’t end well I didn’t care, there were no fucks given Because she was the perfect victim She’d hop on my ride and chase me to the bottom Where we’d sit surrounded in fire Burning together for the rest of forever I saw it in her eyes, I swear it was there She was just like me Sick of bullshit, sick of people Sick of fear and endless depression Full of hatred, full of noise Relentless suicide and doubt We’d be perfect, flawless, frozen We’d fly high then plummet straight To hell But she was clueless to my wishes She didn’t know my sick intent I was broken, fucking useless Demonic and alone She was magic She was truth She was everything I wasn’t Still she loved me for who I was, Who I am and who I’ll be Without her kindness, that endless patience I wouldn’t be the man you see On the wings of a bird I learned to fly On my own without a parachute Just me inside my mind Because of her I learned to love Because of her I learned the truth Because of her I am th...

On the wings of a bird I learned to fly On my own without a parachute Just me inside my mind Because of her I learned to love Because of her I learned the truth Because of her I am the man you see right here in front of you.