Poetical

Dead Storms

Love died last night

It was a stormy darkness

My pain was too much of a pacifist to fight for what was left of us

We borrowed too many problems we did not need

We did not learn how to handle them

We borrowed too much pain we could not afford

While I felt lonely living in my own world

I felt even more powerless living in your world

So at the height of my madness

I reached and pull my achy flawed self out

Into the fire, I threw it

And along with it went all the false narratives, storms, pain, and damages

I expired my love for you last night