love was a complicated word. and had a brutal meaning. love can either be gentle, kind, passionate or toxic, horrible and cruel. the love you and matt had shared was sent from heaven, no one could change it.

matt had been through alot, mentally and physically. after many mental health problems and issues, you slowly picked up the peices of you that broke and fixed you. even if it was only temporary. usually nothing could describe the love you and matt shared. but the moment you heard the song ‘iris’ by the goo goo dolls, everything changed.

“and i dont want the world to see me, cause i dont think that they’d understand. when everythings made to be broken. i just want you to know who i am.”

now, you and matt are in his bed. the warm sheets covering your skin. you could hardly breathe, you took his innocence, with permission of course. as you moved to rest on your elbows, you ran your hand through his hair. “you feel okay, baby?” you ask, noticing the tears which have swelled in his eyes.

he nods, looking away. he looked a little scared. he moved away to his side of the bed. “oh— was i too rough? did i do something wrong?” you ask. he wanted to know he was safe with you, and that you didn’t use him.