Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.

Beautiful storms dressed in women's clothing.

I didn't want to sing. I wanted to be music.

My heart's been broken in a thousand pieces I've lived and died a thousand times And in each of those lifetimes With all of those pieces I chose you…A million times.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You weep in the rain.

We crafted everything that hurt us into art.

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.