Tuesday, April 21, 2015

For a Storm of a Girl

"I am not a nice girl. 
I am not sunshine and flowers and clear skies.
Rather, I am thunder and lightening and pouring down rain. 
I am a hurricane, and sometimes I terrify myself with the mess that I so often become. 
I am not easy to love, for I will push you away and refuse to let you love me, rather than wake up one morning to discover you dead - 
struck by my lightening, drowned in my river, deafened by my storm.
— s.v.

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