natural disasters.

one. he was an avalanche, rapidly pulling you down the hills
of soft morning dews and all your left behind dreams
and taking you in under his sleeve of ice skin and snowy bones
but he did teach you that when you're up on a hill, the only place you can go from there
is down.

two. he was a hurricane, flooding you in lies and creating waves of pretty words,
telling you everything you wanted to hear but meaning everything you didn't
and he was the illusion of a cyclone eye, calm in the center until it passes
but he did teach you that our centers of hearts and lungs are the lowest pressure
and therefor, the easiest place to hurt.

three. he was a tornado, whipping from the most unexpected place
but knowing where his goal was, breaking down your wind-scratched skin
and turning your blood into air mixed with the remains of the last girl to trust
and he was chilled rain bursting through closed up clouds, finalizing each breath as the last
but he did teach you that sometimes, the damage can be done before we even have
time to fear.

four. he was an earthquake, shaking your insides and etch it sketching a crack between
reality and your dreams, making the one cut that couldn't be fixed by a band aid
and he was smoke filled air making it even harder to see what once was all your dreams
and what could've been reality
but he did teach you that it is true: the grass is greener on
the other side.

five. he was a bolt of lightning, hand in hand with thunder and rain and pitch black clouds,
flooding over nonexistent stars and existent love, echoing i love you; i don't think i can love you anymore
and through it all, he was the burn of a greater power slicing through your chest to a designated area
and he was the sound of thunder clapping over your ears in an attempt for sleep,
whispering the untouched unheard unwanted truth you had ignored
but he did teach you that sometimes it's better to lie.

six. he was a tsunami, forcing waves over your frozen body
and meaning 'harbor wave', you being the harbor and him being the wave,
searching through high seas for a shallow end to destruct for guilty fun
and he was wood collapsing at the tidal waves struck land and he was
a shuddering laugh as a nation screamed through the sound of water slaps
but he did teach you that solid things aren't always the most painful.

seven. he was an unnatural disaster with intentions of pain.