an avalanche of tenderness
balanced precariously on the tip
on the back of the wild
the tidal grip of it
the wind of it explodes
across us.

Myself and I made a pact last night

We promised to be each others bridge to sanity

We promised to be each others comfort and mistakes

We promised to accept each other forever

And we promised to lock our hearts tight,away from outsiders and the world.

where's
the fun
in being
vulnerable
if there's
no one there
to use you

what's
the point
of being
lonely
if there's
no other island
to cruise to

Anger is like the headlights of an incoming truck. It's blinding, and you'll never realize you were on the wrong side of the road until the moment of impact.

a.g