Her name was Storm

I chased her

crossed state

lines of tears

flooding my already clouded


I've always been a Fool for Love

A jester serving time



drunk on someone else's poetry

Whether men or women warned

of her patterns

forecasting her reign

of terrible

temper meant

nothing to me.

Not enough

light on the road

for shadows

A Crash


all the symbols

that should be all too familiar

But the airbag in my chest never listens

It's been deployed too many times

I'm tired of being

behind the wheel of misfortune

Tired of wearing this yellow and black

checkered circle

on my face

My heart is bankrupt of

all vowels and consonants

About to hit the wall

nowhere close to

solving this puzzle

Who am I without you?

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