a perfect storm

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