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Aug 2019
I swear you make thunderstorms run up and down my spine
electricity,
tornadoes twist around my mind
I'm soft aggression like the wind
and I can't abide
But you like the way the wind runs its hands through your hair
You like my breath of fresh air
We mold into each other
Yet we pretend not to care
You close the door when it's raining
But you look out the window and stare
You long for adrenaline and dewy kisses
You keep the door closed and miss this.

I would have taken you in pieces if you'd have me whole
I would have taken your shatters and put them on a pedestal

Your presence is ever existent like the aloof sliver of a moon-
perseverating, too
I don't know why you affect me so much but you make me crazy and cold, full and warm
You are everything I didn't ask for.

And by the time you realize I'm exactly what you've wanted, I've begun to realize you're exactly what I don't.
Pity how time and harsh storms will weather a headstone.
Andie
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Andie  28/F/USA
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