do you ever just stop and think about your obsession with something and say to yourself “oh man, i’m in too deep”
You are the storm in my chest.
You come in with gale wind force and cause me to hold my breath.
Just when I’m sinking your seas calm and the sun blooms.
You stay at bay on the horizons seeking refuge from my tattered words.
Then the hurricanes reign down with the last of your will.
You come bent and withered with wisdom and shame but then again, you always come.