Natural disaster

They say love is a natural disaster

A roller coaster that we just want to go faster

And they say love is a thunder storm of hope

And that we just slowly climb up the rope

And they say love is a tornado of emotions

Sometimes even a tsunami deep in the ocean

And they also say love is a mid spring hurricane

A whirl of fantasized emotions that drive me insane

So I take shelter under this thick concrete while the heavy rains went on above

The heavy rains of love

I took shelter because I didn't have the rations the passions the reactions to deal with it

And I didn't have the actions to seal in it

So I dug myself deep into the dirt

And allowed myself to give in to the hurt

I stand in this kitchen alone at 2:32 am

And I hear them laugh in the other room

And I think to myself where the hell did I go to where I cant feel anything but this gloom

So I assume to myself that I deserve this

I subdue my own thoughts and am selfish

I redo the last words that she said to me

And I renew the hurt that was put on me

Y'know, not understanding how to feel is a game

And I'm the best damn player in the world

So I take myself in a whirl as I paint out this mural 

And it's a painting of my own internal battle 

As I damage myself I'm taken off the saddle and I walk the back path

I dont think Im gonna last 

So I take a drop of paint from my Tears and decide to paint my fears 

And I paint the colorful remorse of my friends leaving me in my sleep 

And I draw the pitiless feeling of not even trying as nothing will ever truly keep

And I allow the paint to dry as I cry

And I allow the drawing to sit as I continue to feel like s**t 

The pen leaves my hand, and I become Leonardo Divinci

If he was young and just wanted to feel edgy 

And I become Picasso 

If Picasso was sad and often felt alone 

And I become Michelangelo

But as if he was pushed beyond his breaking point like the lead in his pencil 

As he pushes to hard on the desk that he Hates it's a utensil 

Maybe if all these artists weren't great, weren't successful had hate for themselves

And were lost in a lake of dead hope then I could be them

But girl

I lost my pen

And if I could I would hold you in my arms one last time

And if I could I would put us together like lemons and limes

If I could I would find the love Im seeking after

But remember what they say about love, its a natural disaster