little by little,
i'm losing grip in my sanity;
your tidal waves,
roaring loud and fierce,
took away each piece of me.
and the last piece,
your hands made from remnants of fire,
clutched it tightly;
the tiny, pumping organ -
you never wanted to let it go.
so wherever i went,
i always end up in your arms.
you've ignited a fire in me,
started a turbulent storm in my head.
somehow i didn't regret taking
your calloused hands,
or getting lost in your forest eyes.
because i love how you made me feel -
broken and whole at the same time.
YOU ARE READING
unfathomable
Poetrysome things are just hard to fathom. ©stuckinareverie [lowercase is intended]
