maybe when the storm hits you

you’ll understand how i felt

pacing around the room trying

not to scream while tearing off my skin-

the stupid imprint of your bones on mine

still feels fresh;

i still find myself missing the cigarette kisses

along with the whiskey smelling jacket

that always seemed to find their way on my

shoulders

we could have been lovers who slept with

their limbs tangled-

while stealing each others breaths when

they shouted vows from opposite sides

of the world–

lovers who were lucky enough to roam the

sea without the fear of the

other one drowning

we could have been that;

only the storm hit me first

while you took cover from the

rushing water who seemed to shake

me until i lost the taste of your lips