That boy, oh, how he stirs a storm within,
His presence, both a blessing and a sin,
He treads upon my heart, causing pain untold,
Leaving me in tears, my emotions uncontrolled.
He ignites a fire, driving me to the brink,
A rollercoaster ride that makes my soul shrink,
He unravels my sanity, plays with my mind,
Leaving me longing, yearning, going blind.
Why can't he simply let me be, I wonder,
Why must he reappear, tearing my heart asunder,
His intermittent presence, a tormenting dance,
Leaving me in a state of emotional trance.
But perhaps, dear heart, there's more to this tale,
A deeper meaning hidden within the gale,
For his impact, though painful, reveals a truth,
A mirror reflecting the depths of my youth.
He challenges my emotions, forces me to grow,
Unveiling the strength within, starting to show,
His presence, a catalyst for self-discovery,
A journey towards finding my own recovery.
So, though he may hurt and leave me in despair,
I'll rise above the pain, for I am aware,
That within this struggle lies a chance to find,
My own worth, my own peace of mind.
And if he lingers, haunting my heart's abode,
I'll embrace the lessons, the growth bestowed,
For his presence, however tumultuous it may be,
Will ultimately lead me to set my soul free.