Storms Pass.
but the problem is
that even though eventually the storm will be over,
the destruction will still lay in it's wake.
Even though you can rebuild the entire city,
it will forever be shaken.
it will never be the same.
Storms pass.
but like buildings and bridges,
people break.
And you can stitch up a broken heart,
but even after it heals,
a scar remains.
And now there's a tangible, visible, literal scar
one that you don't know formed
and it shows that things changed.
And I don't know when it will fade,
but even with all the vitamin e on my thighs
scar tissue will remain
beneath the skin on my knees,
reminding me
about when I fell for you too hard,
reminding me of when the storm destroyed our town
reminding me of how many times
I've had to build myself up after a breakdown.
How many times I wanted to go to you
but was too afraid to,
reminding me of when you weren't there for me to.
Storms pass
and maybe this one has,
but the city has turned to rubble
and I can't decide if I want to rebuild,
just to wait for the next storm warning,
as if anyone could expect it,
or if I should just move on from this tired old town.
Because it's dark,
and the sun is rising...
but the electricity is out.
And the scar tissue reminds me,
that my heart fell apart when all the buildings fell.
And I know a long night is coming.
I think you'd be surprised how cold it can be in Hell.