beauty.

a thing for thunder.

I HAVE A THING FOR THUNDER BECAUSE THE RUMBLES AND CRACKS FILL A LIL PIECE  OF MY BODY THAT YOU MUST'VE STOLEN WHEN I HUGGED YOU LAST. THUNDER WOKE ME UP AT 3 AM ONE MORNING AND I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT THAT THE LITTLE WARMTH OF THE RUMBLE WAS AS WARM AS MY SPOT ON YOUR BODY WHEN YOU WORE THAT WHITE SWEATER AND HUGGED ME LONG AND TIGHT AND I LET GO TOO EARLY. I HAVE A THING FOR THUNDER BECAUSE THE LIGHTNING THAT FOLLOWS RESEMBLES THE LINES ON THE CRUMPLED PAPER I WASTED ON YOU. AND EVEN AFTER I NOTICED THE REALITY OF WASTED PAPER I CONTINUED TO SCRIBBLE AND WISH YOU HELD ME ON STORMY NIGHTS LIKE THESE, SO THOSE WERE THE WORDS WASTED IN MY NOTEBOOK. I HAVE A THING FOR THUNDER  BECAUSE THE LOUDEST CRACKS RIP THROUGH NAVY BLUE CLOUDS LIKE THE LINES SHEETS RIPPED FROM MY COILED WIRE. MOST OF THE BITS OF POETRY REMAIN BUT I WISH I HADN'T WRITTEN THEM CAUSE IM GONNA GET SKIN CANCER OR SOMETHING FROM WRITING LITTLE QUOTES ABOUT YOU, FOR YOU, FROM YOU ALL OVER MY SKIN. DARK SKIES REMIND ME OF YOU, BUT I THINK THE LIGHTNING COULD BE YOU AS WELL. I HAVE A THING FOR THUNDER BECAUSE IT SHOCKS ME OUT OF MISSING YOU SOMETIMES BUT IT STILL REMINDS ME HOW ABRUTLY I DECIDED THAT I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU. AND I HAVE A THING FOR THUNDER AND NOT LIGHTNING BECAUSE WHEN LIGHTNING STRIKES, IT'S AWAY IN THE SAME TIME IT ARRIVED, BUT THE THUNDER LINGERS AND THAT'S WHAT I LOVE SO MUCH ABOUT IT BECAUSE I TEND TO LINGER ENTIRELY WHEN I THINK ABOUT YOU. I HATE THE THING FOR THUNDER