The sky is full of things
With little meaning to me
So many wings
So many gold hearts
The loneliness of the summer
Is in full swing
It wasn't so lonely
A time ago
And a time ago
Bundles in a swing
On a porch, in morning light
I decided that things were falling into place
What came together
Came apart, so perfectly
The life I wove was so fragile
Now I've got glass caught in my fingers
Ice melting into the wounds
I remember talking to them that night
One of the times we thought we could talk again
Like we used to
Not like we needed to
Despite, we lost ourselves in conversation
Just like they lost me
It's so much better to burn
To go out with a bang
Rather than fade away
I watched us fade
With little to no control
And I remember the cerebral thunder
Shaking me, and manifesting outside
So many nights of 6 am stays, 6:05 leaves
Waking up with you close to me
The way we burned so late in the night
You kept me up
You remind me of thunder
The irresistible rolling of storms
Lightening, and the want to fly out the door
I've gotten braver now
Wiser too, while my innocence took quite the beating
While not as bad as I was back then, the mildew and smell of rain in the morning...
I hate it all
I hate living
I hate all of the delightful little things
Hate them with all of me
I hate that too

I just love storms.
Still love storms
Still a storm chaser