We tore at each others throats
so we didn't have to hear each other's voices.
Crying rivers,
yelling thunders,
were enough to crack our mountains.
We climbed with each other,
And pushed one another down.
The storm is over,
The race has begun,
We were crying
and tired of hiding.
I can’t hold you anymore.
I guess it’s just like before.
Knowing it’s over,
Is a boulder on my soul.
You were the one who made me whole.
Now I hear the waves of the night.
And not you breathing,
Or feeling,
Not the sight of you anymore.
I miss our hurricane.
Your changing tornados
My puzzled blizzards.
They made us weaker.
Our storm.