Wow, poem

Whirlwind

Why do you insist on
Being a whirlwind in my life.
Why must everything
Throw crazy about,
And then fall anywhere.
Why not be a strong breeze,
That why you know
Where things land,
And what was done.
But, no, you insist on being
This big, fricking whirlwind.
Well I hope you know,
The damage that was done
To my lonely fragile heart.