Thunderstorms

   I.

you saw the world in me;

so disgustingly beautiful

and broken, shattered like

the sky in a thunderstorm.

really, a thunderstorm is

all i am; too loud, too bright,

too goddamn melodramatic

and every scream i utter too

broken.

II.

i cried out for redemption

with every raindrop word

that rolled off your cumulus

lips; every syllable you spoke

was laced with deceit and

spoken with sweet nothings.

every star in my body is falling,

so close to death and hoping

to burn out brighter. And i guess

that's how this works; you steal

every ounce of hope i had left in

humanity in exchange for a

broken heart and a few hours

of entertainment.

III.

i wanted to be like you;

you were beautiful, you

were summer rain, you

were refreshing cold in

a world of heat. You were

graceful and longed for,

and you were everything

i wish i was but know i

can't be.

but now i know that all you

ever were was a puddle;

shallow and filled with

memories of another life.

IV.

i fear that my thunderstorm

is fading to a drizzle; and

pretty soon, they’ll be no

water left to cry.