Force Majeure

A sense of melancholy encases me as
I fall into deep waves of your
rage and sadness.
Your pain injures me,
and being the source
I cannot help but
curse myself.

So quick to snap from happy laughter to
immense resentment,
I need to be more hesitant
with my humor and thoughts
around you.

Washed upon the shore,
I am drenched
in my own tears.
Your red gaze drowns me.
The only thing I can do now is
wait for your storm to settle,
your wind to calm,
and your stormy eyes
to clear.

Come back to me.