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A Natural Disaster


I'd like to light a match in your skull
To watch a spark turn your brain into a raging fire
To make you think in burning buildings
Build cities in your ribcage
To form a fully functioning society within you
And flood them with the tsunamis in your lungs

I'd like to turn your heart into a maelstrom
Because mine is getting used to being dizzy
And I want you to recognize what I feel
I want you to feel the maelstroms in my chest
Transfer the vibrations running through my body to yours
I want earthquakes in your bones

I'd like to ask you to love me
But I'm not sure you could afford the cost of that disaster
I'm not sure what you'd do with the ashes left in your cranium
I'm not sure what I'd do with the thought of whatever chaos comes of it starting with me

I'm afraid I'll teach you to apologize the way I do
How to say sorry even when the tragedy is coming to an end
I'm afraid I already feel the incoming aftershocks
You know, the part when you thought it was over
But you're still experiencing the start

I want a hurricane
To feel myself rain down on you
To be the wind kissing on your skin
To let your eyes match mine for just a moment
But then I won't last forever

But do I want to?
Do I want to be an active volcano?
Ready to burst at any given moment
Do I want to be a landslide waiting to happen?
To come crashing down on you
Would I like to be a monsoon?
The part that's only half beneficial
The part that makes you miss the sun
The part that makes you forget the reason why you liked it better then

I want to know if you'd like to love me
Because I'm running out of weather metaphors to describe the way
I want you to want me
I'm running out of ways to say i love you without actually saying it
I'm running out of ways to out run your tidal wave crashing down on the back of my heels

So tell me
Do I make you want to sweep me off my feet?
To spin so fast you break my walls down
To fill my lungs with so much oxygen my spine cracks

Do I make you want to dance in the rain despite the incoming sickness?
Do I make you quit fearing inevitable disaster?
Do I make you think I'm worth it?

 

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