they say that storms always pass
but it's been pouring for a month
thunder still rattles my bones
and I haven't seen the sun in weeks
what if this storm doesn't pass?
what if this is the kind of rain that soaks me and changes me
did I get struck by lightning?
every inch of my skin is burning
I have electrical tears
the storm is breaking me but, god, it is beautiful

missing you is like insomnia, nausea,
and headaches that won't go away
missing you is like being deflated
crumpled in a fetal position with no intentions of getting up
missing you is like trying to convince myself that I'm okay
"no really, I didn't even think about him today"
missing you is screaming because I can't get your smile out of my head
why do I care? stupid girl. get over it.
missing you is like losing a piece of myself
my carefree, wildflower, smiling, full-hearted self is missing
you took her with you when you said you didn't love me
missing you is wishing you missed me too.

this sinking feeling
of being forgotten
unwanted
neglected
like that abandoned doll house in your attic
dust collects
memories fade
and an entire universe is swallowed up by your disregard

/if nothing is wrong
why does everything hurt?