You were the storm and I was the ocean.
You were beautifully terrible,
And I was big enough to absorb.
You turned over ships and threw things to the shorelines that I didn't know were in me.
While you could reach down to me whenever you pleased, I couldn't touch you when I needed you.
Not that I minded.
You excited me, and as beautiful as you were, you made my picture even more terrifying to those trying to cross me.
I made your picture look more vast and intricate.
You were electric, and I was the conductor.
You were ominous and telling of fate, but there was always something hidden behind the clouds that nobody could get to.
I was massive and mostly unexamined, filled with holes, containing god knows what kinds of mysteries.
Together we created the perfect disaster.
We wrecked everything we knew.
But as your angry sky began to clear, and as my jagged waves started to soften, we found we had etched out the inevitable truth.
You and I are bad news.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
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16 Ways To Live ❤
PoetryPoetry. Is. Expression. This is my life. This is my story. This is my heart. This is a short compilation of vignettes, poems, and free thought. A recap for myself of my past year, but a way for you to see into my life, and hopefully identify with me...
