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.
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