Thunder and Lightining

I could hear the thunder outside my window. And I began to count the miles. One. Two. Three. Four. Then lightning strikes, and darkness falls.

I could hear her whispering, but I kept pretending to be asleep. She kept saying my name. Over and over. Pushing and Pushing. She just kept going. Doing whatever she wanted. I never opened my eyes. I never told.

There it is again, the thunder. One, two, only three miles away.

I thought I could trust him. He always helped me. He was my friend. Always asking questions; “Would you…. Have you…. Are you….” Always so many questions. “Do this…. This is how…. It’s easy….” So many directions. I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t ready. And he wasn’t right at all.

Thunder. Again. One mile. Two Miles. Almost.

He got so nice. I didn’t mind. I didn’t know any better. He was so straightforward. He clearly knew what he wanted. I went along with it, but I never saw it going that way. Right where we could have been caught. I never thought about it. It just happened. More than once.

The thunder was right outside my window. One mile. Right around the corner. This one broke every part of me. I’ll never forget. He broke me without even trying, without a single care. I still don’t know why. I loved him. Stupid me. Then we hated each other. Then we were friends. Then he got bored and there I was. Waiting for his call. He never even knew the control he had.

There it is. One second of blinding light and clarity. Then it was gone again in a moment. And I am back here. In the dark.