As The Words Flow.

Lightning. Ripping through the sky with no remorse. Seconds of light illuminating the darkness which followed the storm. To feel as if the world around you is the same storm she holds inside. Within me the storm she is has found my darkness. Thus, her being the lightning that flashes bright, illuminating cracks through the black. Only to be accompanied by the thunder, loud and earth rumbling. With her words my storm within shakes. What was once empty and black, now holds a beautiful storm. All storms end. All rains lead to rainbows. She is my lightning, thunder and rain. Only right for her to be my rainbow.

We are here to give yet also take. We crave others yet cherish the solitude. To need, but to have nothing to offer. To give and yet expect nothing in return. Souls who pass by one another. Leaving the colors of us on those we meet. Faces blur into the reality which is ones truth. The colors which paint ourselves, the picture made clear from those around you. For this painting is still being painted. There are others which hold a different color to be added. There is more that’s yet to be seen. The same color to be see by one is seen differently for another. For we are just souls covered in paintings. To be perceived differently by all. To understand the painting, is to understand the artists who let those colors lay where they are.

Soft, sweet and warm. The taste of you lingers delicately on the outside of my lips. A reminder of that smile you gave me. For when your not here I am left with what lingers. I close my eyes to take me back to when I was gifted your touch. When I could take you in with every breath. I can only know you as deep as you let me dive. I can only be there as long as that want is within you. I walk the tight rope that inevitably leads to you with every tiptoe of uncensored feeling. To mask how I feel is not a quality I possess, for I am incapable of hiding the truth. Tantalizing you are as I have yet to see behind the curtain that which is your true desire. All I can do is wonder if you also are left with what lingers.

As her eyes gave in to the sounds around her and began to open to let the light in, she could see. See the images of his smile fall away for her to be left in the light alone. Eyes glazed over with want, she stands there. The corners of her mouth still curved ever so slightly as her smile fades. More often than not she is having to pull herself from those sweet moments untouched by her sorrow. In those moments she can breathe. In those moments she can smile. Thinking of him is like sun kissed skin in clean sheets. She reminds herself that he is not hers, that’s what pulls her back. She can now hear the world around her as he fades, eyes opened.