My wind in a cyclone

A lot of it was spoken but there were still numerous things to express,

You were my words in a silent storm,

You handle me in my weakest form.

You had my back when no one did, I turned myself into a cyclone, and you became my wind.

I caged myself with my emotions, you freed them with a new origin,

You poured me with prayers, while I sought curses to steer,

You eradicated the evil while I idolized the sins, you turned into nothing while burned in.

I strolled in dark paths waiting to be lost,

You showed me hope, flickered me away with your smile,

At every end, you were a mirror,

Showing up every time like a child needs a mother.

What is it about you that makes me wonder, 

You brought euphoria while I was watering the pain, 

I am the nutcase shifting to many asylums,

You turned into a drug that healed my essence,

I condemned the good, backstabbed the trust, prolonged the peace, 

Yet you found a way to put up with my shortcomings.

You grew trees to nourish my shadow, while I painted the doors with gloaming colors,

The tumbling leaves wept, and the weakening branches tried, in my ego ignore the sign, 

Yet you showed me warmth even in my selfish desire.

Like an angel, you burnt it all for my soul which has been hurting all along.

You revealed my life like it was a page that was torn from a war.

The bloodbath between us was unimaginable,

I was the beast and you were the warrior,

I won the battle yet you were the conqueror.

Now I sit with you in a place that you created for us,

A tent in a deserted field, a sky full of light,

Your shadow in my arms, 

Gazing at you instead of the shooting stars,

You held on to me when I wasn't at my finest,

Now that we are here I will find a universe that is just for us.