It’s not much I know,
Only a piece of paper,
For us to colour.

I am my Storm.
I am my Sun.

I’ve left myself with two options,
both offering a way out for me
The only difference being
who I hurt in the process

Is the sky really the limit
or did I just lose too many feathers
before I could manage to get off the ground?

You’re genius
You’re empty,
You lift me up
You bring me down,
You comprehend what others cannot
You’re lost in ways others can’t imagine,
You bring laughter and love
You’re consumed with pain and hate,
You achieve the impossible
You destroy dreams,
You comfort
You hurt,
You seek out beauty
You envision violence,
You recognize greatness
You’re oblivious to evil,
You think uniquely
You’re run by others,
You love strong
You hate emphatically,
You’re self-correcting
You’re self-destructive,
You strive for more
You beg for less,
You listen
You ignore,
You’re stronger than most
You’re as weak as they come,
You’re my supporter
You’re my enemy,
You’re part of me
You’re beyond my control,
You’re my mind
You’re not me.