Gusts of wind
Torrential cyclones
Tearing down your will
Whirring gales pushing me away

Be ******
I will
To allow the storm
To succeed

I will break through
These storms carrying you
No matter how hard you deny me
I'll clear your bad weather if it brings me to my knees

I will enter the eye
Of your storm
Expelling the darkness
No matter the ending, I'll try

Just remember
I'm here
Forever
My dear

This is a very difficult, detailed explanation
there is no one left alive and the survivors
have destroyed minds and will **** you

but, to be quite honest with you, everything
is on fire it's a right mess

my skull is history

I don't feel like a poet, No sir I don't
I can write words upon a page
But does that make me a poet?
I have passion for the art
Am I a poet yet?
My pen meets paper with scribbles of thoughts
Am I a poet yet?
I share tales of the heart
Am I a poet yet?
Today I feel not of a poet
But of a girl who shares of madness

Locked away
a prisoner to
herself
Daily wars with
the knife
Locked away
in her tower
looking out for light
but finding the darkness
at the bottom of the bottle
Locked away
a prisoner to
herself
now free
an Angel
amongst light

Insecurity:
You'd never believe me.
I fear much:
And that includes losing touch.
Insecurity-
What is wrong with me?
I can't bear this fear,
Of being left here-
To fend for myself-
To save myself-
To be myself,
But I've lost that-
Me.
I'm so lost that my map is lost.
Of course you're my map, so that would make sense that I would be lost when you leave me.

I love you
and you love me.

But I love like thunder and lightning
and you love like the calm before the storm.

You are waiting for the call
and I yell to you once you’re already gone.