What happened after that?
What happened when all the lights went out in the storm?
Did you feel afraid or did it make you feel reborn?

What happened before?
What happened before your heart knew how it felt?
Did you accept or did you challenge the cards you were dealt?

What happens now?
Because I don't know how I feel
and I can't tell whether this storm is real.

Heartbeats sound like thunder,
dwelling from under,
and now I hate when it rains.

He likes coffee in the morning, but only if there's no tea
He likes it light; really milky and sugary
Sometimes he gets nervous and runs a hand through his hair
And he doesn't notice how it makes me stare
When he's really laughing, his dimples pop out
When he's faking that sound, his eyebrows stay down
He often gets sad when I'm sharing that feeling
But kisses me hard so I know that he means it
I know where he works and what he does in his free time
When we fight, we both explode because we're two passionate young minds
I know a lot of things about myself and him
but not other love burns brighter than what we feel within

last night I talked
with the ones upstairs
and I asked them if
there was someone there
to help with pain
and to help with truth
but it rang and rang
until I felt no use

I wish I never broke your heart
I think it broke mine too
I still think about it every day
I don't know what to do

I see you in my past
I see you in my head
The past is the past
but I find myself there instead

Its harder than yes or no
complicated because of me
I wish we could switch spots
so from my side you could see

It might have been different
something we won't know
Moving on is hard for me
but I guess I have to go