Trouble

They tell me I’m trouble

I don’t know how I feel about it

But I suppose it’s true

Maybe I’ll wear it like a badge of honor

Accept that I’m a storm

All wind and rain and

Broken limbs and fallen leaves

I can’t help if you get caught up

I rage and consume

Let me consume you

They tell me it’s darkest 

before the dawn 

Maybe that’s where they meet me,

When I’m nothing but chaos

Havoc

Spilling onto whatever 

Surrounds me

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