In my mind, my thoughts come to me like hurricanes.
With no space for an umbrella.

Though I've noticed I've been terribly drowned in my head.

Perhaps it's because if my thoughts of you were rain, my body is the earth; and you, you're a downpour.

So tragically beautiful yet torrentially devastating.

Though the impact of these thoughts never last more than a few hours.

They leave marks on my skin and engrave your name into mine.

Leaving an everlasting scar on my lips yet somehow as you rip my heart apart. You mend it just the same.