Weathered

i told him i had trust issues,

and he said it was okay–

that he was a living hurricane,

who hid behind a deluge of feelings—

but it was just a romantic notion,

to think that two broken people

could somehow fix each other,

so i chose to barricade myself

in the safety of my own whirlwinds

because after the last downpour,

i simply couldn’t let myself fall

for another tornado of a boy

whose storm rivaled my own.