Love can be so paralyzing in the eye of a hurricane.
Spinning out of control without a way to escape.
Until the disaster stops and you are left to clean up.

An avoidable mess to begin with.
I should of left when I was concious.
The longer I stayed I lost consciousness.

I can not move any more than before.
It’s impossible to do so in pieces.
No possible relief.

I should of known our disaster was approaching.
I waited for the involuntary eruption.
I’m now battling paralysis caused by love.