Storms

You called me out among dark clouds and hurricane force winds into a world I swore broke me once before.

I hid my face, because I never wanted to go back to those places where I felt alone, abandoned -
but here you are, calling me back into the storm.

They say you never really know somebody until you have lived their nightmares alongside their dreams.
But I hid those fears miles deep, because if that's how I learn to love and find myself, forever lost I will be.

You called me out to my dark where I crave the company of genuine hearts and taught me that mine could feel.

You called me out to my dark and beckoned me to let go of my dream of warm comfort and walk into the storm.

I worry through your words that once again I will forget to breathe.
I worry through your words that I will lose myself in the engulfing darkness.

Some days I still don't believe in the light,
I fight my way through dark alleys and cold nights.

But as I look up I see you there,
Not fazed by the storm,
A reminder of your light inside of me.

This Time

You are strong.
     stronger than the pull of my wandering heart against your security.
     stronger than my need to run
     - your arms pull me to a place I've never needed to escape.
     holding me closer than my beating heart
     calmed by your touch

You are steady.
     the anchor I forgot I had since it's been so long since I feared the wind
     you allow me to go - to be free on the waves of passion
     and you watched my green eyes kissed by the sun.
     and when the night comes, you hold fast to the place I lay my head
     I am safe. even when I don't receive it.

You are magnetic.
     constantly pulling me close to you
     regardless of what I push in the way
     you hold me tighter
     whispering, "I am yours. You are mine & this is not your fail
     it's your victory this time."

My broken heart forgot how to be decisive
Jumping gout of planes for the rush of feeling alive again
     cutting deeper   |   holding longer   |    pushing further
to prove I wouldn't settle - but my vices ran out
they chase me down with needles and knives
and remind me that this pain is mine.

and I've held it so long that I am numb
I forgot to feel failure, hear burdens
blind to your arms calling & pulling me back to your
whispering, "I am yours. You are mine & this is not your fail
it's your victory this time."

It's my victory this time.