you are the only one
that could make a puddle
feel like an ocean
in the best and worst ways possible

you make me feel
like you tore off
a part of my own body
****** walls
****** floors
it rains
but not water
you're laughing
and i'm screaming
and you're in love
and i'm falling
you're happy
and i am dying

i am no longer in a puddle
of my own blood
i am in an ocean
of the memories of you
and the moisture between your thighs

you said it yourself
this is why storms are named after people

*******.