how i wish everything you ever loved gets washed away by the gust of madness.
how i wish i get to destroy the image of me you called home: spew in tornadoes until nothing’s left.
how i wish you get hit by the thunder and feel at least, for a second, feel the pain i felt.
but darling, the storm started with you in the middle.
the eye of the storm spewed with you in the middle.
you feel the calmness now but if you look around you, you see that you have nowhere else to go but deal with me.
so, if you think me being calm in front of you, is a sign of forgiveness, think again, my dear — for the storm is only starting. wait till i finally move and see that you’re not in the middle anymore.
remember when i told you all how i was in a happy place? well, i jinxed it. it’s sad how the universe always gives me only a taste of happiness before it takes it away from me.