The Storm

Your eyes reflect the shards of my heart.

The dark circles you wear mimic

thunderclouds at night.

I am the storm that blew into your life.

My positive and negative charges

delighted you.

Until they unnerved you.

Now, we are left in the aftermath of

the storm.

Your heart bleeds from the sharp, jagged

words that fell from my lips.

Still, you crave my sweet and gentle kiss.

Just as I will forever crave yours.

—Written to Tom from Claire