Chaos

Chaos

I had liked being chaos

back when you were rain,

when we were colors on the pavement

and, sometimes, a hurricane.

I think we got too close once

and all I felt was pain.

My head was underwater.

The storm refused to drain.

Yet still I starred as chaos

beside your leading role.

Your rain turned into whiskey;

a sip, then bottles whole.

I think I missed the drowning

when it spun out of control.

You called me dumb and clumsy

when I "tripped" and broke my soul.

I did like being chaos

back when you were rain.

Even when you became whiskey

I tried to fight the pain.

I like to think you've become better.

Maybe you're chardonnay,

but, even if you're water,

I have to stay away.