Cyclone

**This is an older poem, but one of my favorites**

pitter patter on the roof
thee first rain of autumn
and in with the storm
i can feel the memories,
images of us happy
but it wasn't right

i was a graceful drizzle
wanting to dance,
and HE was my destructive hurricane

all i wanted was someone to love me,
someone to call me beautiful,
and HE did that didn't HE?
but i didn't see the tempest in the distance

things changed,
the water flooded in
and there was nothing i could do
but watch as everything was tattered and ruined
like the little girl who went out to far
and got lost in the darkness
struggling to reach for what ever air was left

i handed in my ideas of love
my fairy tales
for a monsoon of destruction and called it a fair trade.