I should have known when your fists were always clinched that we wouldn't get along
When I saw your white light and it burned through me
Like lightning
Too Hot
Like thunder
Too Loud
And I should have known
But lightning sends streaks through the sky and I was always taught my dark was bad so I leaned in
I braced myself and held close because the back breaking jaw clinching boom of the thunder was just a part of the storm
And anyways it always ended with a light drizzle
