The truth is you are the perfect storm
no trees can withstand you no tide is
safe
and yet stood a midst the storm and
screamed Here I am tornado,
and your winds tore apart the ground on
which I stood
with wide opens arms I embraced every
kiss and every cutting wind you threw at me
immobile, faithful there I stood with
my hearth on my sleeve looking at you
the unrelenting force of nature I
loved, my wind, my breath
I loved you with a fire red, but now
its turning blue
but you raged and tore at me
unrelenting, unwinding me, unmaking me
Yet I kept faith that we could both be
strong.
And yet there was no strength that
would be enough
as you responded to sugar with salt
to love with the slow poison that is
indifference,
then and there I saw, that I cannot
change the path of nature
and if I were to stay, you would surely
be the death of me
a perfect storm you are, unrelenting
uncaring, and ever moving
at the end of the day I turned out to
be, just another name in a diary of promises to forget
in the end of the world you stood
there, unbowed and I bent the knee,
at the edge of the world at the end of
time you were my all but I was nothing to you