With a broken mind and a stitched-up heart

The way she made me feel

With a broken mind and a stitched-up heart, I still choose to love. The

 after   

 

math              

of

a         

            spiralling

tornado.

A mere storm of emotions, I have fallen apart. But I can tell you that- that dimly lit hotel room where I first kissed you, was calm. It felt like every

touch

was     

a         

 twist   

 on a bolt to strengthen my armour. Being next to you made the pain hurt a little less. With a diseased sense of trust, it seemed you were medication. A drug that I quickly got addicted to.

Better

Than

The

 Burning

 Sensation

 Post-toke,

And tastier than the sting from a line.

You are addictive. Drunkenly in love with you, I pray there is no hangover. Sick, of being tired- tired of being hurt.

 My

 Body

            Can

                        Not

                                    Handle

another natural disaster. If the winds pick up, and the floors start to shake I will be destroyed. Staples and screws will be ripped out from every inch of me,

 and

I

Will

 Be

Nothing.

I would be nothing but a whisper in the wind. Please remember the cool breeze from the shoreline skies, and don't forget the warm touch my breath gave your delicate shoulder. I was blown away and dropped to be shattered. Please note that no matter what the weather, I am there. And I promise I will not drop you.