He was the storm.

he was the storm that ripped my hometown into shreds and yes i apologized for being placed in the way. so at night when a storm is raging outside against the four walls that i seem to be living in, i listen for you and watch for the trees to break like my bones did and how the leaves were getting pushed around. in the morning i will look out the window and see the damage and see so little damage and think why did you have to destroy my hometown? these lungs are still coughing up ashes that have somehow made their way to my throat. i apologized and i regret it, i had no Reason to spit out the word sorry to a coward and that's who you are. a coward.

If i would've known that before i wouldn't of let your breath get so close that i could feel it giving me chills. i shouldn't of gotten so close that i could hear your heartbeat or your finger tips brushing across my cheeks. you got so close i was empty when you left. something is missing and i think there always will be until you return with my pieces.