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Thunderstorms In The Chest

It’s so lonely sometimes


To exist


It is thunder in the chest

To be surrounded by billions

But feel

So

Lonely


Where is this love story

that everyone else get’s?

Where’s mine?

Where’s my person?


I’ve been looking for you ever since I grasped the concept of true love

But

You’re not here yet

You’re a phantom

A missing piece

A fantasy


Where are you?


This storm

It needs to end sometime

But the thunder rumbles

And each day without you

It’s razor blades


So many of my passions

Are just ways

I distract myself

From the loneliness

But

Not writing

When I write

I embrace the ice

With open arms

And turn it into words

But these words


They don’t heal anything


Some of these moments

That pass by

I wish you were here for

I wish I could share them with you


But when I reach out for you


It’s more ice

More thunder

More loneliness

More razor blades.


-C.H.


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