she's endless rain, my hurricane
rustling thoughts and a small-built frame
tearing walls from every heart, house, fence
for enemies and half-made friends

it doesn't take her much to bend
the fragments of my mind, but then
she'll pick them up and play pretend
as if it wasn't me she's in

our carousel, through valleys, hills
a journey with no shoes to fill
she'll take me where she wants to be
whether or not it's good for me

this wandering, this aching love
it makes me feel good and bad enough
and i wouldn't want it any other way
she kills me but i want to stay
-aprilxcv