Take me away from this storm I can't hear myself think in. H..
Added 2020-08-12 17:20:00 +0000 UTCTake me away from this storm I can't hear myself think in. Hold me in the quiet whisper of your arms, away from here. Here where my skin became sandpaper, infected with grief. I live with a tornado, a ticking time bomb. I live with her mania. Her sorrow, her seething rage and unpredictability. I buy myself books and coffee. Books and coffee to cope. Dream of my life away from the tower I've locked myself in. Feel the tower crumbling like it does in the tarot. enjoy my mind & my body best when she is gone & I am free. she is gone & I am free. she is gone & I am free I cannot much longer tor.ture myself with this love that punishes me. Leaves me cold & fucked up just wanting to smoke away the stress of her undiagnosed storm. No longer just devil or damsel. Hero or god. I give it up. No longer fully responsible for her storm or her wrath. No amount of my red cross, witchcraft or rescuing will do. The storm always destroys what it wants to in the end. and if the storm always gets its way, why shouldn't we?
