Just Until August...Or Maybe Forever

I got these scars when I
swallowed my pride and it
clawed its way out of
my skin.

I got these scars when I
took every happy memory
of him and sliced them out of
my veins, draining the bad blood.

I think he saw you somewhere in my smile.
I think he heard your voice somewhere in my laugh.
I think he knew deep down that he could never be
that perfect thing that I needed.

If you dusted my heart for fingerprints,
you would only find your own.
You are the corporeal manifestation
of all my good karma.

Your eyes like storm clouds.
I am a tiny Cessna lost in an infinite hurricane.
When you look at me, I’m struck by lightning
as my entire chest erupts, filled with amorous thunder.

People always told me to never try and
hug the rain because I’ll always
end up soaking wet and
alone.

I suppose they never knew
that we would come together.
I love the gloom; the cumulonimbus reminds me of you
as I dance in the eye of the storm.

I have memories
filled with all of the butterflies
I felt when you held my hand and kissed me softly,
your lips gracing mine like you were afraid to break me.

If you must know,
all of them are still alive.