He is the majestic mess on the paper
Colored chaos frayed on the edges
A sweet poem that breathes
A bursting frenzied sunrise
He is grey smoke rising to sky
I am mesmerized in disdain
We made a hurricane out of ashes
Now it is just a paper with ink spill
He pulled away and I am still next to him
Keeps saying all we had was only an illusion
He is a shadow I chased in the darkness
I am trying to hold on to you through cracks
My scars are too nascent to keep you in
He is the wind raging through broken glass
I am covered in the sheath of pains growing
Left without a word and you wanted a goodbye
Can't hold onto hope of us fitting back together