You’re the real meaning of staying but leaving.
A cross between a hurricane and tremor infused in water.
But you’re not a disaster,
And you don’t cause one,
But somehow those around your feel the aftermath of your presence,
And It’s not as pretty as you look.
You wonder why people who love you, never want you to stay.
You wonder why they say you keep pushing them away.
There’s just something about you that doesn’t scream “safe”.
I came across this piece just now and I was completely unaware that I wrote it, until I was half way through.
In those seconds, it dawned on me how unbelievablely easy it was for me to write about topics I had absolutely no idea of.
Now, that I’m learning to be aware of my emotions, writing has become such a foreign talent of mine.
Long story short, I can finally relate to what what I used to write about and now that I’m experiencing it, I find it difficult to write.