always raining - Poetry

milquetoast

Maybe...i like you or i don't really know and...
Fuck that lackluster shit
I need someone with fire in their veins
and blood in their eyes

A poet and a warrior
A king to my queen
A sun to my moon
The space that holds my stars

and i wont settle for anything else

don't lie there like a limp noodle

like a beached whale

like a suntanning sea lion

lazy and fat

grab your sword and come the fuck on
or you will get left behind

are my words too sharp for you?
i'm not coddling you anymore

I need the type of guy who looks at a storm
wildeyed and dances in the rain and says, "storms, ha. We're used to storms."
who is as dangerous and wild and free

as a stampede of horses on a dirt covered road
Sand flailing at our heels
Leaving all of the dust behind us

Let that fickleness and frailty blow away with the dirt in the wind
I'm not stopping

go away with your Milquetoast replies
I want passion and ferocity or nothing at all