Since the day you met me
You called me dangerous
“storms don’t name themselves”
I said once to you
But do storms even know they’re storms?
Your heart has been issuing this storm warning to you for days but the transceivers that operate your mind-to-heart connections have been frayed.
By the time the unknown, unnamed storm hits…
It will be too late.
Do storms ever feel remorse for their victims?
And if they do,
Do they ever wish to be tranquil?
To be unmade the parts of them that make them Destructive
To have their characteristics broken apart
To have never been a storm at all.
To never have been at all.
Why do you love danger—I mean me?
Do you enjoy the thrill of whirlwind romances that leave you misplaced
Out of place in your heart.
Only happy when I can conduct the joyous
Adrenaline charged screams that come from your throat.
Only happy when I take everything you have
So you’ll only have me.
You should only ever need danger.
You like fun, right?
You’ll love it when my affection
Translates to aggression
Because you can’t be the idea
I’ve carved you to be in my mind.
I’ll snap all your mighty oaks
Erode all your cherished roads
And break all the hearts you once called home
You don’t need them my love
You just need a bit of excitement in your life
I’ll take you for a tornado fun spin
Introduce you to all my tempests
And tell God all about you.
Time’s running out my love.
Listen to your own warnings
Your heart issues it softly now
Because I’m just a few clouds on a sunny day
But don’t you know…
The most violent
Loving storms all start
On sunny days.
About the author:
I am a person of the world with a window that allows me many lives. Music and good food are why I'm still here. Apples are my arch enemy.