Your voice is like the sound of thunder. The color of lightning.
The tone of utter chaos and beauty, like a massive hurricane.
You’re the chaos and the calm, the profound quiet after a swelling storm.
Maybe if I had it in me I could spit out every syllable you’ve left on my heart. (It would spell your name)
Maybe I could expel these left over feelings that have sat vacantly in this cooler in my heart. (I still have all those secrets collecting on my heart)
To be honest I want to let this all go and not feel a swelling rage whenever I see the molten blue in your eyes.
To be honest this is too much and I’m bad at vulnerability.
To be honest I can’t even trust a god damn word you spit out.
To be honest you’ve somehow found your way in and this terrifies me-I need you out.
When I think of love I think of a night lit up in stars, in the arms of a lover with words sweeter than cream and eyes that only seek yours.
I think of car rides with hands held, good morning kisses, goodnight declarations, lips uttering truth and nothing but truth. I think of sunsets setting the clouds on fire, expressing love as incapable of being tamed.
When I think of love I see what if’s and maybes.
Maybe i don’t know what love is but all I can think about is the connection of two hearts; the synchronization of pumping to the same beat, the same tone, the same song and tonight that is enough.”