and one day i hope
that you will choke on my bones,
smothered by stardust.

no one knows this but
you were the reason that i decided to pick
death over
picking myself up.
and now that i've tried to start over,
i can hear death calling me
like an old friend from years back
and your ghost is haunting me
from over there

have you heard of a hurricane love?
the kind of love that just sweeps
you off your feet; leaving you breath
less as you dance dangerously towards the eye,
but you don't care.
and have you felt the drizzle
love, in its consistency as it quietly comes
down on you, its touch so light as raindrops fall
from the pale blue sky (like snowflakes)
(but there could never be snowflakes in a place like this).
and a thunderstorm love,
quick in its passing but full of passion and sparks
of electricity that seem to pass through your interlocked fingers
simultaneously.

i don't know what kind of love we are.