i find myself
wandering,
belonging
to no one
not a city,
not a man.
broken pieces of my
being, blown into the sea
by the gentle caress of the breeze.
i take myself apart
liking to feel the sunlight easily.
i love
feeling the
wind
in my hair
and the sun,
on my skin.
liquor on my lips,
i find a boy
one city at a time,
and hold him
captive,
in my kiss.
i am my own.
i find my summer,
in the people around me,
and the places i am in.
no person holds me down,
no one can
tell where my moral compass points,
not due north, i can say.
i look up at the sky,
vision blurry and lips
stained with colorful
drinks,
he is beside me
and i inhale him
like the cigarettes
i smoke on the daily.
but in the morning
i am on again.
the story book
is a bunch of ripped
pages,
with no happily ever after,
filled with poverty,
and a thing for older men
no once upon a time
filled with sex
and drugs,
and perhaps some bliss.
pay
me
attention.
pay
me
attention.
i am the violence in the pouring rain.
i am a hurricane.
YOU ARE READING
HURRICANE
Fanfiction[ larry; completed ] he was just a hurricane of self destruction, troubled by the ghosts of his past, devoid of the color that he once possessed. yet he lives on, walking with the universe on his shoulders...
