I always have. But it hasn't always been there. She was new to the hood. She was vulnerable. She was on hard guard though. I wanted her. She let me in. So I guarded her even more. But young love is only just. It's young and burns fast like the morning fog after a storm till it's gone. Like the clockwork storms though, she came back. She's back on hard guard. I still want her. I forgot that I did. And the fog is thicker that it's all I can see. She won't let me in this time though. And I won't storm chase her. But I do want her. I'll just enjoy the lighting. As beautiful and as dangerous as it can be. It's a world in which I thrive. I'll enjoy the haze of isolated conversation and help ease the rain in her eyes. I'll enjoy the winds. And when she settles and dissipates again, I'll wait patiently for the next tide. I want her. She will never know it
Matt Horror