my storm.

I’m thinkin’ of you.
It’s weird but I kinda like it.
It feels like spring again.

You’re full of everything.
I can’t reach the magnitude of your smile.
You’re impossible,
they’d say,
and I know they’re right.
But the way your eyes shine in the darkness
of the night
makes me forget about all the rules I cannot break.

Be my storm,
the tattoo of a kiss that was never meant to be.