Storm girl

There was a girl
who saw the storm within me
and crafted an umbrella from her words.
She, too, had a hurricane heart.

We were both drowning.

We used to discuss death
as if it were a vacation.
Our shared struggle
became my escape.

When she found a reason to live,
her sunshine was too light
for my stormy eyes.

She left me in the rain.

Sometimes your world must fall apart
before you see

A life of death
is no way to live.

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Storm girl

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