Storm

This is the story of when I thought I had fallen in love but as it turned out, it was easier to fall out than in.

And when you told me that you loved me
I saw no fireworks, no butterflies
no ticking whispering hearts
I saw the oncoming quiet cloud
of admiration in your eyes, the mirror to your soul
reflecting my own
but of course reversed, turned inside and out
warping the already twisted, messed up intentions
shown by the rapidly twitching fingers
and my internally screaming abyss

And when you asked me about the memories
you caught me offguard
"What memories", I thought, not realising you
spoke of the glowing summernights
when I longed to be somewhere else

And when you asked me why I wouldn't
follow the script, why I wouldn't just
love you
I told you, "you were nothing like the storm I prepared for"

Author's Note

written on a whiteboard during a rather cold autumn's night with a cup of tea as company

Reviews

[MH]

This is very pretty.
Very Tumblr.
Reminds me of Erin Hansons poetry.