you are what they call
"difficult to love".
because you are intense.
you are the wildfire the scorches his tongue,
you are the tornado that messes his senses,
and you are the adrenaline running in his blood.
you are life itself.
you are forged with
the iron rivers of your enemies.
you are polished with the
ruthless ocean waves.
you are created from
the wild yet gentle breeze.
you are life itself.
but what you don't know
is that
they fear the unlimited life.
you are free, reckless, youthful,
happy, and wild.
but they don't understand.
they cannot understand
the feeling of complete, absolute freedom.
you leave them so breathless,
and you don't let them catch their breath.
they feel like they're falling
when they're around you,
but you don't catch them.
they fear this wildness.
so you flicker down the flames,
you stop the rage of the storm,
and you try to be less "intense".
but this,
this isn't you, wild child.
you deserve to run in the winds,
running as fast as your legs can take you.
and you will find someone
who can run just as fast
and someone whose love is
just as intense as yours.
do not die down the storm,
awaken it.
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Silent Chaos
PoetryIt's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it wit...
