He loved with the cruelty of nature
growing like ivy on my heart;
I'd cut him away but he'd only return
He nestled in my branches
making a home out of my rotting shell,
forgetting home is where the heart is
He said "destruction was a form of beauty"
So he pretended to be reborn a hurricane
Firing open doors better left closed in his wake
At times, it was better to hide from him
Wait out the storm and pretend
everything was perfectly alright
Then when it was all over
He'd kiss my wounds,
grow flowers from my dying veins
But not so long after they would wilt
because even the sweetest of things
couldn't survive within our own toxicity.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
He loved with the cruelty of nature
growing like ivy on my heart;
I'd cut him away but he'd only return
He nestled in my branches
making a home out of my rotting shell,
forgetting home is where the heart is
He said "destruction was a form of beauty"
So he pretended to be reborn a hurricane
Firing open doors better left closed in his wake
At times, it was better to hide from him
Wait out the storm and pretend
everything was perfectly alright
Then when it was all over
He'd kiss my wounds,
grow flowers from my dying veins
But not so long after they would wilt
because even the sweetest of things
couldn't survive within our own toxicity.
