knowing you was like a hurricane
everything you did destroyed me
but you sat calmly
enjoying yourself in the eye of the storm
touching you was climbing a generator
shocks stung like needles
sending me into comas only seconds long
kissing you was a drug
it was messy and needy and greedy
its cravings and moremoremore
loving you was loving fire
its hot and suffocating
dancing and burning and death and destruction
it was ashes blown into the air by cracked air
it was smoke unfurling to pretty patterns
it was hypnosis and hopelessness
only
a storm is only controlled for so long
if only your eyes will still drip when you laugh in your future
oh well
YOU ARE READING
Sparrows Song
Poetryshort stories and poems for when the night is old and the day is dark
