Nature is sown into you and I
It flows through our veins
But if this connects us together
What is it that separates us?
Because we are two different people,
Whose hearts clash more than water and oil.

If nature is who you are,
You must be a hurricane of pain,
Destroying everything but yourself,
As you drown in your bitter rain
And heavy wind.

You rip apart the most special parts of who you are.
And find a twisted pleasure in deflowering
The most special elements of yourself.
A misshapen storm of branches and petals
Are the only evidence you have,
To prove that you have goodness inside of you
But storms are too much
Aren’t they?

They are uncontrollable
And emotional,
The very things you hate,
The very things you are.
If nature is who I am,
I must be a typhoon of confusion,
As I pick up seas of feelings,
And cry them out through clouds of grief,
That I refuse to let go of.

I’m not as fast as you,
Not as harsh,
Not as well known.
I carry the wind and the waves,
With a grace you could never grow.
You are a product of fiery heat and frustration,
I am as mobile as the water beneath me.
I am a beautiful tragedy,
You are a destructive mess.
Keep taking,
You know nothing better.
I will keep loving,
I know nothing purer.

But I do know,
That if I’m nature,
I am also the dew on the fresh summer grass,
I am in the bird’s song.
My eyes are in the earth,
My lips are in the flowers,
I am a ray of sun,
That not even your darkness could dim.

You will always be stuck in the winter,
Not the snow,
But rather the decaying leaves,
That never receives the peace of sleep,
You will remain frozen in time,
A piece of preserved loneliness,
A reminder of my past,
A warning to my future,
To never forget the nature inside of me.
Love’s nature.