with everything exploding

 i've seen all balloons floating above my head burst and fall to bits,

all of the bombs in my chest detonated and I was fragments,

my limbs failing to stick together until they are scattered all over the floor,

my ink splattering on walls of gray,

and my soul crumbling after a minute of restoration.

i've seen the most ghastly process of decomposition 

the foul-smelling mold

tissues liquifying 

and bones cracking 

- so brittle. 

but despite everything horrendous 

after all the dirt i have tasted, 

you stood in the middle, 

watching explosions with me

without fear of debris,

of being crushed, 

or of disintegrating into dust. 

You did not try to shield me from the missiles, 

or pretended that you can catch all the stray bullets,

you just stood there representing peace, 

bringing a shelter where I could rest 

but also strength and courage

to face the never stopping catastrophe

because you are with me.