i was the windmill
and you were the chaos,
the sound of the angry wind
beating against metal.

my eyes were bruised
from the force of your voice
and amid the older, yellower marks,
the ocean swam wide and covered the pale
pink of my skin.

such pursed lips
pummelled against the rage
standing too close to my heart.
i pleaded for you to step back,
you ignored me and continued on.

(on and on.)

your strength rushed me, trying to hush me,
and quaking, i held on (on and on)
an elastic willow that knew each bend
and stretched in time.

but there was no listening to be found,
no open pathways that led to clear days
and warm nights.
only the loud flush of emotion (on and on)
cracking open each vein, artery, this destiny.

i was the windmill
and you were the chaos i longed to be.