He was a natural disaster

in every way, shape and form.

He hid it from me for long,

until I was left with nothing.

He was possessed by destruction

Consumed with disaster

yet their was still something beautiful in the way he toiled.

He was a avalanch.

Taking every part of me that wasn’t in tact and crashing it down the hills I called feelings.

Making me the debris left after a rock slide

I was his dust.

There were mountains he created inside me

rocks made up of the finest minerals

building up in simplicity

then suddenly falling; for everyone to see.

The shards penetrating

merciless as they claim me as their victim, I was seized.

He was every earthquake you ever felt.

The affliction he caused moved Earth’s crust over boundaries

yet he found a way to make a 8.9 on the richter scale only feel like a 3

he was an illusion.

His apparition could almost even make floods look like an ocean

diving into the sea only to be welcomed by sewage water

he started hurricanes.

Pouring water into every shed of light I had left in me

invading my home, that I would have let him in if he’d just knock

seizing my weak spots making me gasp out for air

he didn’t mind.

To him we were lightning

only to be seen as a flash

hazed from a distance

sparking as we ignited

but only to fade.

His best friends were tornados.

He began listening to the vortexes they spewed from thin air

claiming they were legit

saying there’s no way they would ever let him not destroy me.

As they snuck up from underneath his guard,

funneling around his acceptance of these lies

he let them ruin us.

And now  til this day

People look at me wondering who had made me the way I am

Who made me the girl so afraid of falling

But the ones who have experienced this form of  destruction firsthand from someone you thought that loved you knows

It was just a natural disaster.