you are my one constant through an endless storm, holding me by my hands and my heart to keep on the ground, to never be swept away by unforgiving winds.
and then what if you get torn up too? you'll drift away while I'm barely on the ground, begging a root or a pole to hold me long enough to figure out where I go after this.
you are my root to sanity, you save me from my own emotions, and now that you've been torn away by a storm I made, I have no choice but to head for the eye of it.
isn't that terrifying? I'm sorry.
