you were a hurricane
and I was a tornado
wreaking havoc at the same time
ripping through the earth

in different directions
we were never meant
to be together
but the calm breeze fooled us

concealing the storm inside
that was always going to escape
tearing through hearts
with reckless abandon

torn edges and ripped tissue
in the wake
we are what happens
when the love runs out

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