As a kid, I was always scared of thunderstorms. But as I have gotten older, I've discovered a unique beauty to them, and I’ve always wondered why this changed.
Maybe we grow to love the rain and storms, because we feel empathetic towards Mother Nature’s own pain and suffering, and it helps us to drown our sorrows in her tears.

You're my wave
Waiting to reel me in
Unexpectingly
Without my consent
Into dangers of
Unknown happenings.
You're calming and
Beautiful though.
Crashing up against the sand
Like when you crashed into my heart.
I'm reluctant to go back in
Knowing how a whirlpool of your
Serenity is only a cunning
Façade
You put on to distract me
Because when you finally pull me in
I can never escape.

She catches my eye
like an insomniac catches the cold
I can't see her face, only
the back.
Who is she?
I'm drawn to her like a bee
to a flower
or a bear
to a rushing river.
The flowers in her hair only
mimic her grace
and the bliss I feel
from her like the
ocean's current.
Maybe it's because she's a
mystery?
She is an unknown, exotic
island I feel predestined to explore.
She is paradise,
and I'm just now getting off my plane.

The hardest part of loving you,
Is watching him do it better

From across the hall I see your lips pursed together at me
Below your sulking gaze upon my own eyes
I make a dumb joke to get you to at least smirk
You give me a smile I can only describe as wry

I don't even need gravity to fall back into your grasp
Figuratively and literally you will always have me
Because you look so beautiful with your nose scrunched up
With big brown eyes as elegant and simple as an oak tree

With words that move my heart at irregular patterns
And ideas that shape how a person should think
A touch so gentle and smooth you place on me
It breaks my heart to be away even just to blink

I feel calm with you like a fireplace in winter
Or as relaxed as someone laying out by the blue sea
But my stomach sinks like a ship when I see you with him
Because we both know that that should be me.