maybe i was a catastrophe
bringing destruction to quiet seas
maybe i bring these mess with me
anywhere
like a hurricane
would ever bemaybe i was once
a roaring thunder
throwing anger
over and overmaybe i was too drunk
in the mess i'm in
wallowing, tipsy
from everything, being pettycall me a drunkard
but the only thing i was ever drunk with
was your wined taste kisses
bringing me
only closer
to you(drinking made me forget things
but it has never made me forget you)and yes maybe i was a catastrophe
but the moment your eyes
laid at me,
i was sure
so sure
that you'd be another victim of mebut then
the cards turned
unexpectedly
waking me
to a reality
i wasn't even readyfalling in love is so unlike me.
but, i guess
it's now time
to embrace
what could be.
YOU ARE READING
coffee stains
Poetrythe cracks on this cup still remains, its stains still unwashed.