I try to find you
In other people
But were you really there
In the first place?
You cut me up into confetti
Will you throw me in the air
And let the wind carry me?
Will you throw my ashes
Like sprinkles on a cupcake?
Will you let me drown
in the loneliness you made me into?
Do I miss you?
Were you here in the first place?
Do you know who I am?
I am a tidal wave.
I rip into things and destroy.
She was right in
calling me a hurricane-
Everything I make is a mess.
Maybe
that's why
I'm so devoted to you.
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About the Creator
Eleanor Mitchell
Blue haired eighteen year-old writing about their thoughts and feelings. I'm easy going, vegetarian and an aspiring graphic designer.
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