the storm

i wish we could have worked
i wish our love would have been right
but it wasn't
it was more like the weather
sometimes hot, sometimes cold
cloudy and bright
but it was ultimately like when the hot meets the cold
and a tornado is formed
and after the storm died down
and the sun came back out
things looked more promising
so you say lets try this again
just me and you like we planned
and you say you can't live without me
and i'm scared i might feel the same
but i know better i think
because the storm left damage
so much damage
and i'm still at a loss of how to clean it up
and it's tempting to let you help me
pick up the broken pieces
and try to put them back together
but our love is not right
and as much as i wanted it to be
i would be a fool to go back into the same storm
or possibly an even bigger one
that would be devastating
or even possibly fatal