Turbulence

So many things,
Rushing,
Running,
Pouring,
In, out, through,
All over my mind.
Why, why, why.
How, when, what.
But most importantly,
Once again,
Why.
Do you enjoy,
A sadistic pleasure,
You take away from here,
This destruction.
I thought
You and I,
Had it good.
We had shared
Something,
Resembling something else.
It's been slow.
It's been strange.
Turbulence was as common as day.
But now it's all fucked up.
How very
Very much
Just like you.