She's safe,
and she's nice,
she's great and likable,
and she's a candle flame at night,
while I'm a wildfire,
she'll always be just enough,
and I will always be too much.
If she's a sunny day,
I'm a fucking hurricane.
if she's firework,
I'm a goddamn grenade.
A grenade exploding every now and then.
If she's a rainy day,
I am a storm on the sea,
I have dangerous creatures swimming in circles.
But then again,
she can be a pretty girl,
always smiling,
never crying.
But she will never be me,
she will never be wild,
she will never look at a storm
and feel understood,
she will never be in love with drowning,
she will never know what it's like
to fall in love with hurting.
And for those exact reasons,
she will never be able to love you the way I can.
Wildly, like it's the reason to
why I am still breathing,
like it's the only thing
that can make my hurricanes feel like a breeze.
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BORDERLINE I & II
Poetry**Both books are available on Amazon!** "Borderline I" is the first book of an upcoming trilogy. A powerful collection of poetry dedicated to those, who feel, and those, who sometimes drown is those feelings. The poet intends to create a safe space...
