A Sparrow in love with a Hurricane

A Sparrow in Love with a Hurricane 

Darling, I don't think you know how much it hurts to admit that we've been cut from the same fabric; we're burned and frayed.
We're tornadoes; beautiful storms wreaking havoc on all that's in our wake, never sticking it out to clean up the messes we've made.
Wasn't it you that said "love 'em and leave 'em, never let 'em make it out unfazed?
Cause when you're a sparrow in love with a hurricane, you'll never make it out unscathed."
Oh, darling, if you only knew how much I hate myself for becoming you,
I'm doing all the things that you did; the things I swore that I'd never do.
I've become a callous megalomaniac; a ghost to all I've loved and they don't know once I'm gone, I won't be coming back.
Honey, you taught me well and for that I'm not proud.
You sucked me in to this ruthless habituation and like you I've become a destructive storm cloud.
You burned me, you bruised me; I might be stone cold but, still I remain unbroken.
You changed me for the worst--you nearly killed me with all the words you left unspoken.
After you knocked me down and the dust settled, I brushed myself off and stood back up,
I was barely breathing but I learned that I don't need anyone to pick me back up,
Cause when you're a sparrow in love with a hurricane, you can't expect to make it out unscathed.
I did what I needed to do, even if that meant me becoming you.
I'm surviving by doing all that you did; all that I swore I'd never do.
I am a callous megalomaniac, quite like you.
Without a single goodbye, I become a ghost--I'll never be back, just like you.
Don't you worry, darling, I might be burned, I might be bruised, I might be forever changed; still, I remain unbroken.
All of your demons will always look like me,
I will torment you, I will haunt you,
I am your ghost, always following you.
There's no escaping me.
I will remain inside your every single demon.
I will remain your ghost, never completely invisible to you.

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Your Secret

We talk in circles; reminiscing about the past and talking about all the places we could’ve gone.
We dance in circles; clinging to hope that there’s a future we can build new dreams on.
You know we could have it all, if the rest of the world would just float away,
You know we could make it, if you could just walk away.
We’ve done this for so long; we’ve been here so many times before.
You hold my heart in your back pocket, and I keep yours in my top drawer.
No one knows our truth, there’s no way they could ever understand…
How the world disappears with just the touch of your hand.
And it’s like a spark that ignites a flame,
The way my heart stops when I hear you say my name.
I don’t wanna be your secret anymore.
You tell me that I deserve so much more,
And you break my heart each time you walk out that door.
I don’t wanna be your secret anymore.
You mean well in all you do; you’re selfless and too loyal for your own good.
You could have so much more; you would have it all if you’d just believe that you could.
I know we made a go at this many years ago, when we were full of innocence and youth,
I know I hurt you, I damaged you; but that was never my intention and that’s the truth.
Time has changed us both, but you still fit me like my favorite old sweater.
If you can trust me, I promise I will love you so much better.
No one knows our truth, there’s no way they could ever understand…
The way you hold me up when I’m too weak to even stand.
And it’s like a spark that ignites a flame,
When you tell me that you still feel the same.
I can’t be your secret anymore.
You and I both deserve so much more.
I know it hurts you just much when you have to walk out that door.
Please tell me, I don’t have to be your secret anymore.
Please don’t keep chasing me unless you’re ready to catch me.
Please don’t tell me you love me, until you’re finally free…
Free to love me openly, free to just let us be.
Free to shed the shame,
And free to declare I am not the one to blame.
You know we’re comfortable together; you still fit me like my old favorite sweater.
Don’t think about the aftermath and the pieces we’ll have to pick up later, let’s just love each other better.
I just wanna love you so much better.
But I can’t do that until I’m not your secrete anymore.

-Kattie Lindsay 12/23/2012

This intellectual property belongs to Kattie Lindsay. Do not copy, replicate, change this, or claim it as your own. You’re welcome to share this if proper writing credit is given upon doing so.
© Kattie Lindsay 2016