my life was filled with glue bottles and tape,
always making sure that I stayed in one piece.
*the rain slowly crept into the leaks,
and I am not okay*
*you are the thunderstorm. your voice fills my ears
and I can no longer hear anything but you.*
*your hand is the lightning that strikes me
and also rubs my back until I fall asleep.*
*the rain is entirely you. you slowly found your way in
and washed away the glue and picked off the tape
piece by piece.*
*now I lay in the thunderstorm outside begging to be touched
by the lightning.*
*I crave the thunder in my ears and I pray the rain
will drown me once more.*
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
my life was filled with glue bottles and tape,
always making sure that I stayed in one piece.
*the rain slowly crept into the leaks,
and I am not okay*
*you are the thunderstorm. your voice fills my ears
and I can no longer hear anything but you.*
*your hand is the lightning that strikes me
and also rubs my back until I fall asleep.*
*the rain is entirely you. you slowly found your way in
and washed away the glue and picked off the tape
piece by piece.*
*now I lay in the thunderstorm outside begging to be touched
by the lightning.*
*I crave the thunder in my ears and I pray the rain
will drown me once more.*