maybe you were raises by wolves,
and you just didn't know
the difference
between ripping me apart
or ripping prey apart
or maybe i'm making excuses again
and there's something inside me
caught somewhere between fear
and adrenaline
because i have always been composed
but my god you were a hurricane
wrecking everything i knew
so beautiful and hypnotic
so terrifying and reckless
and it's this feeling
that makes me nostalgic again
remembering how you'd say
'you're always tired'
in that tone that made me ashamed
for trying my damnedest
but never being good enough
but it didn't matter
because i was a star
and you were a universe
so how could i question you
and the beautiful way your eyes
lit up like fire
or how your hands looked
holding mine
resembling the rings around saturn
because oh god i was not beautiful
before you wrapped around me
and i am not beautiful now
i hope someday i will no longer
be connecting your freckles
when i look into the sky
and i hope someday i can stop
staring into mouths of wolves
hoping to find you or find my death
and maybe even some day
i will dance in the rain again
instead of hearing your voice
with every crack of thunder
