I am trouble. 

I am a plethora of mistakes.
I reek of chaos and madness.
I am a beautifully orchestrated mess.
I am no angel, I am a goddess of all the goddess of bitches.
I have little demons of fire in my eyes.
I am fiercely independent and I love the fact that I can take care of myself.
I do not hesitate nor do I doubt myself anymore. 
I am an old soul.
I am the kind of woman who makes the devil shiver when I am angry.
I am lunacy compressed in a five-foot-two frame.
I am a thunderstorm in the night, scary and calming at the same time.
I am not the gentle pitter-patter of the rain, I am a hurricane that will devastate your peace of mind.

Nobody gets out of me alive.

I am an ocean of sarcasm, a mountain of danger and hell.
You will never know what runs in my mind. No, you will never own that power.
I will just let you in with as much as I want you to know.

I've been broken, I've been knocked down, I've felt pain, melancholy and been afflicted by harm.

I have grieved. I have cried, I've been damaged I will not lie.
You can leave but I will never run. For I look fear, defeat, and rejection in the eye.

I have flames in my soul, ablaze and burning brighter every single fucking day, there will be no one who can douche those bright embers out.

No one.

You may be sunshine but I am still ready for the storm.
I trot the world wearing all my wounds, I carry my heart in my sleeve. What is mine, I keep.

I am soft and hard and hot and cold. I am everything you don't want in a girl. Because I am not a girl. I am a gypsy, wandering through life, and lost untold stories.

I am good at penning a few poetic lines when the moonlight softly plays a few chords that find their way to my heart and soul.

Run. While you still can. Because once I own you, I will keep you forever. Now if that scares you, run.