Waves

you are the fire that burns holes in my soul. you are anger. i see the flames at your fingertips and the way you played with her heart. i try not to yell at you when you say you’ve come to me as a friend, and that i don’t help you anymore. i only judge. we really aren’t on good terms because i broke your heart two months ago. i am no longer your sun. you throw balls of fire at me when you finally realize she isn’t the one you need. i dodge everyone of them and say, “i told you so.”

you are the waves that crash against the rocks and drown people. you are sorrow. i see your sadness, the tears brewing in your eyes. i try not to cry for you when you tell me that she is too clingy. i hear your words and the way you describe your perfect soulmate. i find myself dabbling in the thought of, is it because she isn’t me? we really aren’t that close right now, because i am no longer your front. you crash down on me when you break things off with her and i tell you i’m sorry. why am i the one always apologizing?

you are still, almost nothing. you are uninvolved because you are finally happy. when she breaks your heart you run back with rivers flooding your pretty blue eyes. we are uninvolved because i am no longer your ocean. you tell me you’re sorry, i tell you, “i’m used to the drought.” and that’s the truth.

you are the sky one moment, but you are lightning that strikes trees and sends them in to flames the next. you are regret. i see you when you are a calm blue sky. i also see when you send a tree into flames. when you calm back down you miss that beautiful tree, and you miss it, and miss it, and miss it. i am never with you anymore, because you are no longer my storm. i ask you which tree you struck first and you say, “it was you.”
i turn to you with a faint smile, “i’m happy. my sky is finally blue without you.”