Him

He was dangerous and everything I knew I shouldn’t have wanted to
be. 
But I did. 
From his middle finger to the air, to his venomous
words. 
He got me. 
At this exact moment, he got me. 
He got my angst.  My inability to filter out my emotions and my sense of urgency to contain them. 
He encouraged me. 
He encouraged me to raise my middle
finger to anyone and everything that has ever hurt me and scream at the
top of my lungs, “FUCK YOU!”. 
He was arrogant and cocky, and exactly what I needed to bring out the strength in me. 
He validated my thought process and guided me. 
He guided me into knowing me,
and he believed in me, when my I lost all glimmer of hope in me. 
He was wild, and just what the doctor ordered. 
He demanded the animal in me. 
He forced me to bare my teeth and bark at anyone and anything that
has ever denied me the simple gratification and acceptance and
appreciation that was rightfully owed to me. 
He was a beast that brought out the best in me. 
He was here when I needed him, and left when I learned everything I could from him. 
He never judged me. 
He accepted me. 
A true confidant. 
He made me realize that I’m worth it, and I am forever indebted to him.