you didn’t die during the hurricane so I wrote this for you.

Maybe it isn’t in my storyline to be unconditionally loved by you

I won’t dehumanise myself to revive our dynamic of terror

Maybe I read so many books about how this was supposed to go that I willed it away from myself

It also might be that you were never meant to be a haven of safety

Maybe you taught me to run away because you never could

I live the life you never had while yours washes away by your own volition

Maybe, eventually, I’ll forget about how much I was hurt by you because I’ll have so much joy to remember…and you’ll

forget about the girl that never lived, because you’ll

be dead.