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.