If I were him , I'd run away

It's like waves surge in a winters collision to drown me and consume me in thought and future scenarios when one should not think but of tomorrow -  I am shoved into insanity a woman uncontrollable with words lost for words lost with words lost by his words into an unexplainable state of joy and sadness this is my first tropical conversation and although it tastes slightly bitter maybe unsweetened lime juice I love it all his voice his inner peace his gratitude to his maturity and soundness of thought I have no fear in his emotion but worst , l ... My Worst - emotions overcome me to be loved to be heard to be wanted to be understood I scream my ideas selfishly but i know i agree with his sweetness some and wish he was my own to hear to love to be with but instead I find myself arguing kissing a night in the distance with ideas too large to grasp in the fold of this delicate bejewelled argument- I hold on like the grazing winds trembling In the middle of the ocean in a dark storm bleeding shivering cold races inside me but I continue to want to survive its late and it's too early for this  but I progress into madness for madness is to think for someone else. And I did I stop and shelter for pieces of wood come find me to take me home - good night my dear I have silenced you enough with my fears and moments of despair that i ran by you and you listened you have also calmed me but inside me ... Inside me is a huge volcano. Of . New beginnings this is the first storm and I have found shelter ...in him