Lost

Storms

I still kill myself over you.

I still feel these things,

And I know it's not good for me

But old habits die hard

And I can't shut them off.

I wish I could take them

And lock them down in a dungeon.

Throw away the key

And leave them to die.

I wish they would die

But there's something about you that keeps them alive.

Provides nutrients to them.

Sustains them.

And you have no clue.

I want to be over you,

And I keep thinking that I am

But every time I see your face

Something ignites within me

A flurry of emotions

Similar to a hurricane.

A devastating storm that

Uproots and

Unearths things I'd prefer to keep buried.

A storm that kills me every time it comes.

But I can't bring myself to not go towards it.

I can't help but to welcome the storm,

The pain.

                                                                                                         -J.M.