I pull away from your grip
after another unreasonable tiff
I feel the stinging sensation in my throat
while you bask in sensibility
I bare the shame of violent overreaction
while mild geniality hangs on your tongue

I am the piercing, icy water
and you’re the comforting cold
how I struggle to let you go
yet how I struggle to hold

true, I might be the fickle one
while you’re the reasonable
translator of my incoherent blabbering
making me realise
that despite my better judgement
I want you

I wish to taste your soothing mouth
yet I am angered by your lips
I push away your peaceful hands
but I yearn for your fingertips

I am the violent goddess of chaos
whose waves rage unpredictably
I am calm one moment and a storm the next
while you are the sea on a day havoc-free
but what is the sea truly
without beautiful anarchy?

I am the one who is out of my mind
while you’re the one who’s in
you’re my lucky card, my dear,
the joker I’ll hold to win
and yes, I have a fiery soul
and of boundaries I know none
but all I need is a blue eyed calmer
to turn my face up to the sun