I’ve always been scared of thunderstorms
It might be the sound or the flashing lights of lighting that make my soul wanna leap out my throat —
But you love them,
So I wanted to see a thunderstorm through your eyes, I wanted to see what you loved,
So I opened my curtains and stopped blasting my headphones and I watched and listened —
The first time lighting stuck,
I slam my eyes closed
The first thunder,
My heartbeat almost drowns it out my thoughts
But I remembered you and kept going
I sat though a storm for you
And I almost didn’t hate it

What words do you hear when I speak?
And what words have you rendered weak?
What will you do, when the truth, leaves my lips?
Will you stay?

Thunder and lightning,
We were running and hiding,
Redemption is bitter,
When we were lovers in glitter.

What lies have you heard since I left?
And what lies have you spread yourself?
What will you do, when the truth, comes to bite you?
Will you stay?

No more thunder and lightning,
No more running and hiding,
The day is turning grey,
Darling will you stay?

Energy seemed to crackle around her, constantly, like lightning wanted to escape her beautifully terrible grip.

~k.hem