Reckless

You are not my sunshine
You are my thunderstorm
The hurricane I am caught in
The tempest I am trapped in
The typhoon I am drowning in
The earthquake shaking everything I thought I knew
And I
I am a forest fire

We are both natural disasters

Of Red Lipstick: A slam poem by Kate King

A Living Contradiction

An oxymoron
Is what we are
Hopeless optimists,
A beautiful disaster,
Alone together,
Fighting peacefully,
Talking silently
Whispering loudly our well-known secrets, and
Loving furiously