I warned him though,
of my affinity for destruction
That I chase thunderstorms,
and am the most distraught in idyllic settings
That I burn beautiful things down,
Simply to watch them burn
And that I will run from him,
if he ever feels like safety
I warned him
but he couldn’t see destruction,
in the way I spoke of poetry and the stars.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
I warned him though,
of my affinity for destruction
That I chase thunderstorms,
and am the most distraught in idyllic settings
That I burn beautiful things down,
Simply to watch them burn
And that I will run from him,
if he ever feels like safety
I warned him
but he couldn’t see destruction,
in the way I spoke of poetry and the stars.
