mistaking adrenaline for butterflies

The people in my family are cursed by their own hand
Generational trauma attracting a certain kind of lover
Broken with sad eyes and a story that breaks your heart
Anger living in their fists and haunting their mouths
Using life ruining methods to numb their pain
When your home was never safe for you
You have to distrust those who feel like home
Beautiful damage meeting beautiful damage
Doesn't always make something beautiful
Feeling comfortable in feeling unsafe with them
Mistaking adrenaline for butterflies is dangerous
There's a bonding when you've gone through it too
Many moments of understanding so deep
You feel like they get you and honestly they do
But with damage comes disfunctionality
When you can't see what's wrong with your upbringing
You think screaming at each other is how it's supposed to be
Holes in walls and bruises on each other's bodies
How can you call it love in any definition of the word?
There might be love but you don't know how to give it
Fractured people fracturing fractured people
Until they're piles of sand blown away in the wind
Sometimes you gotta look for a different love story
Than the ones you've seen growing up in violence
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Beasty)
Author's Note
At some point I realized that my idea of love wasn't right. You should never be afraid of you partner. And sometimes the butterflies are warning bells wearing wings.
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