To love you is like being Pulled apart by a storm A storm in the shape of you Seared into wishful memories. Flying in all directions, my thoughts Scatter At every glimpse of your Smug little smile Unaware of the power it holds, Destructive yet so fucking beautiful. You don't show that one Not often Not when stares fill The vacant breaths Between “wait” and “go” And maybe a couple of whys. Loud is the world When it demands So is your love, or mine, To be Precise In our wording
