My eyes burn.
My stomach is in knots.
My palms are sweaty.
My heart is broken.

My heart used to grow
With beautiful flowers.
Now my heart grows
With thunder and rain.
I thought you were
The gardener,
But you ended up
Being the thunder-maker.

I build up my dominos
In a line I’m familiar with.
But before I’m able to finish,
Someone knocks them over,
In a line I’m familiar with.

Life seems unending.
Not in a flower field,
Dance in the rain,
Love to all kind of way.
No, life seems unending
In a dark forest,
Thundercloud overhead,
Death to love kind of way.

My soul felt like the weather:
Dark, dreary, and unwanted.

I used to lay in bed
And look at the night sky and say,
“I become so sad at night because the sky is dark.”
And then one night
I looked up at the sky and saw the moon
Bright and beautiful
And then I said to myself,
“If the night sky can have something so bright and beautiful shining inside of it,
then I can, too.”

It’s funny because as I sit here,
Watching you love another,
I still continue to fall
Deeper and deeper
Hoping that in the end,
You’ll be the one of catch me.