you were always the one with the hurricane heart.

the one with the whirlwind mind and the tornado soul

but for some reason

you fell in love with me, my sleet eyes

and my drizzle-desperation

I've let you down, I know

you were rooting for me, I know.

I'm sorry -

I'm sorry

I wish it were you

it's 5am and although my body is frozen still, my mind races.

it's 5am and I'm terrified

it's 5am and I'm riddled with guilt

it's 5am and

I am the one responsible

for murdering you

it's 5am and

you're dead and

I'm dead inside

The rain pours heavily
Drowning out all sound
Except your heartbeat
In my memories.

there is a legend that says if you fold a thousand paper cranes and make a wish, it will come true.

I could fold ten thousand paper cranes and make ten tiny wishes and not one of them could cure you

I see your bones, your sunken eyes, your thinning hair

and it makes me so ******* sick that I have my health, my happiness and my life ahead of me.

you're terminally ill and I'm terminally guilty.

so although there is no hope

I will fold paper cranes and make paper wishes

because sometimes we all need something to hold onto

I've fallen in love with a hurricane
With death and danger
A natural disaster
I've tried so hard to make it work
To calm that storm
Raging in him

But today I let it go.