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Nov 2020
He's like a hurricane constantly pulling me in and out of the ocean
He tears me up like a thunderstorm not caring what he may damage
His mood is like lightening striking at my heart
His heart is like the eye of the storm intensifying the damage he will cause
My tears are the rain that flood of the streets of the cities
All that remains is me lying on the cold hard ground feeling empty and broken

I will no longer let him control me
I will no longer let him tear me up
I'm boarding up my windows and locking up my heart
I will not let this hurricane back into my life, unexpectedly coming and going whenever he wishes
I'm preparing myself for the storm
tianna
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tianna  29/F
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