I have been through 4 hurricanes in my life so far.
They're dark, and cloudy.
With lots of rain and thunder.
My first hurricane was scary.
I thought the roof would give in, and I'd fly away.
The second hurricane, was exciting.
The rain flooded the streets and I saw a man in a canoe on our road.
The third hurricane was comforting.
The thunder lulled me to sleep with the sound of snoring giants.
My fourth hurricane, was you.
You tore my roof off and swept me into the eye of the storm.
Storm walls made of arms that comforted me when I cried.
Thunder made of a voice that spoke like the cool side of a pillow.
Rain made of love that watered my heart and let it grow.
But the storm eventually passed.
The eye moved away and I was left in a whirlwind of emotions.
Hate and anger moved across me like wind.
Sadness and suicide struck lightning into my core.
After it had passed my roof was still gone and I was left cold and wet.
Curled up in a bed made for two but holding only one.
My fourth hurricane ruined more than just my house.
It ruined me.