when we write on the walls
in our big crayons
when we where toddlers
it is almost the same
as writing on these poetry walls
they both release our pain

my lips are stained
made bittersweet by my defeat
my words on your lips
made salty poisoned by your words
my life is gone
made buttery by your knife

everything looks dark
when you leave the lights off
sometimes those lights
don't come from bulbs
sometimes our lights are the people
who we allow around us

they say that nothing is wasted
but perhaps
once we truly look into it
we are constantly wasting everything

you're my bad habit
when im sad
when im tired
when i cant stop my mind from wondering
it goes back to you
our smiles
our hugs
your misty blue eyes
the way you held me
I wish I could stop
going back to my bad habits

I felt so important
felt so necessary
but then I stopped running
then I stopped dreaming
and you told me I was worthless
because I was too gone to try

I am a hurricane
blowing my winds with words
that is so strong you can't argue with them

I am a hurricane
tearing down your lies with heavy rain
like the branches of weak trees

I am a hurricane
breaking you down with thunder so loud
even the houses fall to the ground

I am a hurricane
washing away all the pain you caused
like the graffiti that is now gone