In my element(s)

In my element(s)

Lbena T-Michael 

He was the water to my chaotic flames.

To drown me at the sight of fury.

To hydrate my lips of rage,

And in my heat, he found beauty.

Reminded me that a hurricane is just passionate rainfall.

And taught me the poetic nature of a misty rain —

That gently touches my soul.

And truly does cool the fire that burnt in me.

For all I know is: thunder without lightning,

Clouds without shower,

Wind without storm.

You see, words without action.

An apology without changed behaviour.

“I was going to,”

Or

“I was gonna do this for you.”

No one is forcing your hand.

The desired one but never cherished.

Wished for but never truly wanted.

Wanting to prove myself to you like that’s what love is.

But I come as I am,

And you’re free to go as you please.

Instead, you choose to mess with my peace —

Or at least attempt to…

I…

I fail to see the significance in your presence.

What are you contributing to my plate?

Forget the table —

‘Cause I done built that up already!

And being sat here gets lonely,

But I prefer my solitude.

I practice gratitude

In the face of adversity.

Conversely,

You try to caution and humble me,

Because you don’t have what it takes to be me—

Or,

Be with me.

Pathetically.

Unambitiously.

Try to bring me down to your depravity

From my perfectly abundant.

And I don’t want to rescue you, my love.

Instead, I leave you to the streets;

With men discussing who’s a “freak”,

And who’s gonna cook when I want to eat—

In search for a mother figure.

Figured these men were my destiny;

As I look into the horizon at my contemporaries.

But I crave a love much grander.

To rest my head where someone understands her.

A gentle rain that caresses her standards.

A downpour of affection, with no sight of deflection —

Shielding me from nonchalance because that’s never been my perception of

Love.

In the eye of this hurricane, we found love.

As deep as the ocean that we float above.

Where my fire fits your water like a glove;

And we ignite the passion that showers us.

Lightening has struck.

A storm is about.

And with your love as the rain, I fear no drought.