His rich words flow like a river
down my spine, down my curves.
The cool waters throwing me
into a sensation of shock;
It seeps into my bones
rotting them inside out,
like a well over ripened fruit.
I break apart my organs are free,
vulnerable to storms
he himself sends my way.
Heart overwhelmed with empathy,
I send my own storms to him
but unlike me, he can stand the heat.
I admire his strength,
his ability to make storms,
make the destroy me.
I just want him to know,
that he is not alone,
that others are willing
to weather the storms with him.
YOU ARE READING
100 Days of Feeling
PoetryPoetry written on things I feel for a long time. Entering this for the Watty Awards. **I tag Min Yoongi because Poem 10 is in relation to the mixtape and my feelings about it and Min Yoongi**
