I was born from the fire, there will always be parts missing. Im clumsy with my love and share my heart too easily. My mouth is graveled, and I collapse cities with the blink of an eye. Go ahead, tell me I am not powerful. I am a smooth liftoff and a hard landing. I am the sentence that possesses your tongue and trips your eloquence. There will be nothing left when I leave.
I am the kind of crazy that sticks in your heart. I stick to the bottom, and when you are all alone in the small hours of the morning unable to sleep, you will try to pry me off of the bottom of your heart with all your might because you will feel like you need to hold me. Need to grasp me. But you won’t be able to. It will just exhaust you.