You found me too much chaos,

But it wasn't me who was too much.

It was you, who was only used to perfect weather -

Sunny skies and moonlit nights.

But you didn't realise,

That the moment on you I set my eyes,

You had been loved by a hurricane.

Ritika. Jolly

And so I spun in layers

of skin and linen sheets

heavy sighs 

and winter rain 

my hair a mess

telling stories 

of last nights dream 

Will I lose it all

These moments of clarity

When my demons come?