A PERFECT STORM

My hands start shaking
When I think of you
My heart starts pounding
My lips turn blue. 

I changed my number
Don’t contact me
Don’t try and find me
Just let me be. 

I blocked your number
Changed my profile, too
My friends feel the same
The same way that I do. 

Don’t make me reach out
Get the police involved
They’ll lock you up
For a good long while.

Too many explosive
Threats and abuse
I know in my heart
That I’m not safe with you.

You have it all
Good looks and charm
But, you’re nothing less
Than a perfect storm.

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