she loved the sun, which was seldom where she came from
and it puzzled me
because the more she opened up
the more i could see that her mind was a storm
a storm in which i would wait one thousand eternities to witness
i’d drink her raindrops and get high off her mist
soak up her lightning and kiss the thunder bolts that escape her chapped lips
and sometimes I'll bathe in the small strips of sunlight she shines when it's all over
you see, she gets this dimple on the corner of her smile when I make her laugh and her eyes turn a new shade of blue when we touch and i am utterly obsessed with the idea that I created these beautiful things in my favorite hello and saddest goodbye.