When it starts to get too much,
I shut down like an electrical fuse
the house turned dark and I
found myself surrounded in goodbyes.
In every room, I place a circuit
I built the whole city just to tear it down again
I’m ready, for any sudden change
from the tone of your voice
to the way your eyes look without seeing
I’m ready, for the worst things to come.
Some people said
love feels like thunderstorms
like thousands butterflies
flapping their wings at once
but I’ve caught fires between my thighs
stayed underwater and waited
for the sharks to arrive.
I don’t want to stay and see
how I may be destroyed
this time.
t.l.
Tsunami of Words 