Kiss your insecurities, call it love

Hurricane

You were a hurricane

and maybe since day one I shouldn't have let myself get caught in your tornadoes of wind, rain and mystery

but if I hadn't I wouldn't have seen the rain that you created within your soul

your dark and unknown soul.

It rained for hours and hours I felt like the feeling of being drenched and cold would never fade

but nothing in life is as easy as walking into a hurricane and simply walking out

I walked into the hurricane because I wanted to see you,

not because I wanted to simply see the good parts

when I ask you to reveal yourself

the danger always includes

and your rain and giant waves were beautiful

because the rain symbolizes your sadness

and if sadness had never existed I don't think you would ever have the opportunity to feel.

I met the wind you carried within your lungs

as you heavily breathed out the pain that has been growing larger in your chest for years now

you finally released the pain,

you finally relaxed,

just as you took that giant breath,

just as you finally exhaled from holding in all that was for so long.

Your wind was beautiful,

you were free.

I didn't even struggle or try to escape your waves of tears that have been consuming your soul for your entire lifetime by now

death would always count as a possible outcome when you jump into a hurricane willingly 

and I came for a reason

you were alone

and your hurricane could only ever stop when all pain has been released,

when you no longer need to hold in the air you've been keeping inside of you

only for it to build up larger than anyone would have ever wanted.

To have your tears form so large they created a storm within the ocean,

one that broke you to millions of pieces

the pieces that were now scattered throughout the ocean

keeping you from being whole again.

It would be as easy as opening a door,

to simply leave you and your suffering breaths

muffled by the sound of your sobs,

to simply dismiss your scattered pieces

that were now floating far out sea,

but only one with such cowardess and selfish mindset,

would have done that.

For I may be a fearful shattered heart,

but I never ignore the one's that can be mended.

Maybe you didn't know me,

maybe I didn't know you,

but I spent the rest of that day,

fishing out the missing pieces you used to call yours,

I spent the rest of my day trying to understand where home was for you,

but I never understood.

I think I know now,

and I promise to you, 

you're almost there.