day 4

She was his perfect storm.

Told me that no one ever wished him good nights

unless it was obligatory.

Tell me now if my behavior is obligatory

If I'm supposed to treat you the way I do

If I'm going an arm's length out of my way to make you happy

You only know storms

You've grown used to the darkest of eclipses blocking your sunshine

So blinded by the lightning

You don't even remember what it's like to cry on your own

Told me that no one ever cries happy tears

That sunlight doesn't second guess an escape from hurricanes

Friend

There are such things as sun storms

They exist like the dew drops on the thorns of roses

Never playing coward to pain

The skies stay alive with blue clouds and lightning sunshine

While blue droplets drop like lightning

Telling you that these events don't just occur in nature

Thunder monsoons flooding your thoughts
Shaking you to wake up
The wind whispered to me your secrets

Told me that she was your perfect storm

Now shout through the tornado your answers

If you're able to find beauty on the thorns of roses

What makes you so blind to the beauty of letting go?

She was your perfect storm

And when she left,

she left you with nothing but a shrunken heart.
Like leaving out lingerie to dry but
finding out that the hurricane blew them away

There are no intimate secrets allowed in this friendship

You told me that I could replace her

and it's obligatory for me to do so

but also necessary to teach you how to survive the drought

She was your perfect storm

Left you with the reality of a 9.2 aftershock,

dry spells, and hallucinations

You wish she would come back for you
Help you repair what is broken
Hold you when the ground can't hold you up anymore

but you know you can't handle facing her yet.

Friend

I can't replace the perfect storm

The one who taught you to swim deep enough to stop tsunamis

but I can help you handle the hallucinations

Get you through the drought

I won't let your heart diminish

I'll tell you that I am your sun storm

Allow you to prick the thorns of broken bonds
While crying white skies and blue Nirvana

I am his sun storm

Told me no one wishes him good living

unless it was obligatory.