Hurricane Chaser

Why do I fall for the broken
Knowing from the start
That in the end
Their shattered pieces
will only make me bleed

I see myself reflected
in a cruel vindictive mirror
Knowing all too well
it can never withstand the force

Two broken souls colliding
is a serendipitous disaster
Not a lucky stroke of fate

Though I turn a blind eye
And glimpse my illusions
through a flawed, fallacious lens

I tell myself
the burns on my skin
Are love
Instead of flames

My other half

But who salvages the salvor?
When it all falls apart?

And who picks up all the pieces
I leave scattered and lost
In the wake of the hurricanes
I love to chase

We’ll sink together,
you and I

Until I find the strength
to hold you afloat
just long enough
To let you go
And set you free

Until I’m the one submerged
Sinking, falling
Slowly bleeding out
The hurricane chaser
Swirling on her own
At the bottom of the raging sea