Life Storm

"Don't kiss me if your afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.
-Anita krizzan
I want to hide away from the warm feeling. Your smile is dazzling but my lighting is devastating. Good things never last long and sane people always walk away.
They say time can heal a broken heart but it can also break a waiting heart. So what if I'm a broken girl waiting for someone to stay.. Can I shattered more than I already have? Can so much normalcy and goodness shattered what's left of my heart? Can a person really pick themselves up from devastation or do they just remain stuck in misery?
"How do you run from what's inside your head?"
I could write a novel pondering this very question. If my monster is in my mind, how do I defeat him? In a world where angels crave chaos and demons seek peace, how do we survive? When our vices become vipers, how do we stand back up? When the blood is pouring out like the showers during a thunderstorm, can you bear to stay?
Please don't kiss me like that if your afraid of thunder. This storm is quite a life.