the cyclones.

I've recently gone thry another breakup. actually saw a future in this one. these thoughts stem from that.

so its happened again. another break up...im on my own again.

this is the only feeling i can remember since i don't know when.

these people, they come and go leaving nothing but damage. these women are tornados.

deep groves of wreckage, paths of destruction and nothing but the fear that one day it'll return.

theres no telling where or when they'll strike, the only thing thats promised for sure is

that once they're gone, you hope you'll never see them again.

these women are tornados. turning blue skies to worry. turning ground to air, and air to weapons.

winds whirl, and when they're gone, the calm seems deafening. 

Author's Note

its not finished. i believe I'm too drunk.