i can hear the storm clouds thundering outside, and it wakes me up in the middle of the night.
they remind me of a time not so long ago where, for the first time in ever, i was scared of the storm. my heartbeats were uneasy, and my eyes were filling up on tears because the storms reminded me of you. they reminded me of a joke i once made to a friend on how if a storm as bad as this ever came, i'd wake up and send a message to one of them.
except that it wasn't a joke really at that moment in time where i shivered alone in the summer storm by my home, and there were no messages sent to you or anyone else.
there were only tears shared with a thin sheet that i gripped onto for my dear life as pain travelled through my mind, and i succumbed to it.
and now, as the storm travels by, i think about you until my eyes grow too tired and the clouds cover the thoughts of you because something about it brings a familiarity to me that nothing else can.
YOU ARE READING
shadows of you [#1]
Poetry"if i write poems to you, will you finally understand me for who i am? for can you not see that the way i love is the way that shouldn't be?" ✦ lovely cover by @klexos c: {#19 in poetry on 9/8/16} ✦ © lusterless (galena t.) 2016 all r...