You hide behind the
ceasing,
ever-constant
drumming
of the heart.
You create the
stillness that lies
in every depth inside me.
You create the chaos
that blooms
from the surface of my
scorching skin.
You have built me
to where only you
can destroy me
and I used to wonder
why you had not torn me apart yet,
but I guess you were just waiting
for the perfect time.
1/24/15
7:00 p.m.
YOU ARE READING
we were calamitous
Poetry"you and i were meant to collide like silken streaks across the velvet sky, we were meant to burn burn burn and rise up again from the ashes."
