I could liken you to a werewolf the way you left me for dead
But I admit that I provided a full moon
And I could liken you to a shark the way you bit off my head
But then again I was waving around a bleeding, open wound
"Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."
- Anais Nin (via kari-shma)