Torrent

Tell me, what you would do to change the way I feel. Open up the heavens and release a typhoon? Gusting and churning and pouring your heart out to me; I don’t even see. A storm whirling around me, caught in the eye, trying to devour what is left while I walk out the door. I don’t want you; you don’t love me. You want a makeshift world and a trophy girl. Someone to hang onto your every word with nothing for you to give in return. Why would I stay after what you put me through? Swallow me whole in the torrent of being owned. Gasping and twisting and surging, alone without shelter; I go.