You Were A Hurricane

So fond of all these memories of nothing.

You just lie to yourself.

You said “nothing makes much sense
when looked back at through retrospect.”

There were sandbags on the shore
in preparation of the storm.

You were a hurricane,
I was stagnant holding on but it gets tiring.

It gets so tiring.

When new wave comes to wash
these shores away I wont be there.

Look what we did: Lit a fire that burnt down everything.

I'm still trying to catch my breath
while breathing in carcinogens,
and the mess we made is still there to this day.

It's in every breath I take,
and it's the reason why I say…

some things you can never brace yourself for.