Hurricane

So here I am. There you are. I wish I could focus on one emotion instead of having them jockey for my attention. The same thing always happens: some internal switch is flipped and all are thrown unceremoniously into some dark corner. I am an impenetrable piece of paper; paradoxically opaque from the outside and intimately susceptible to the changes taking place. My mind will protect me from you, but its your job to fix what you have left weakened and cracked. So strange it seems - like hiring an arsonist to rebuild what she has left charred and smoldering.

I'm sorry for my melodrama.

I won't promise you anything. You might be making a mistake, and I might be letting you. Honestly, you should be flattered. It's still worth taking the chance. Imagine if this works! What else can compare?

You're the finest thing that I've done, the Hurricane I'll never outrun.