9 times out of 10

9 times out of 10 I love something
& it refuses to love me in return
but I figured you to be exception
not rule. I have never loved
something gently. I am tornado,
fierce by design. Look at me chase
pain — watch me, I do not pretend
to be careless. Easy is an excuse —
I want you to be expansive,
see beyond this moment’s limit,
see the wind’s sprawling potential.
What I believe is nothing relevant
to how you’ll think about the next
moment. We are here — I am here,
fighting my worst selves back —
I am here, I am waiting patiently,
will remain regardless of the bitter
cold, no matter the uncertainty of
outcome. What I am waiting for is
lightning strike, drop in pressure —
immeasurable shifting toward
becoming. Watch me, I do not
pretend to be static — my mind
gallops. Are you what I figured
for, or only another bit of ruin?