I was always afraid of thunderstorms until I started seeing his eyes up close. In the first moments I was able to admire their true color, I found that simply "blue" couldn't describe them anymore. No matter what adjective I was to put in front of the color, "stunning, gorgeous, amazing," it still was not enough. Because they are not simply stunningly blue, and definitely not something as simple as just blue. They are the color of the rain as it beats down upon a tin roof, inciting emotions of ecstatic excitement and just a little bit of fear of the unknown. Of what the storm will bring. They're tinted gray just enough to represent the clouds of the thunderstorm as they loom overhead, blanketing you in dim light as the water pouring from the sky showers you. And yet, if you're lucky enough to get a close enough glance, you might see those little tinges of yellow streaks near his pupil. The lightning in his eyes that reveal all of his hope. His passion. His absolute refusal to give in to the things that have tried time and time again to bring them down. I used to be scared of storms until I realized I was in love with the most beautiful one in existence.

I watched the sunrise again and I thought of you.
Maybe I’m recovering a part of myself I never knew.
When the sun came up, I’d dread the light to be
Because the only thing it brought was the lack of fight in me.

So the sun comes up, but this time, I can’t help
But feel a strong feeling rising in me as well.
I can feel you in its warmth, in its light, in its glow.
Maybe I’m recovering a part of you I’ll never know.

Silver dancing on your skin.
Darling craves the red again.
Feels like Heaven, feels like bliss
every time you slit your wrists.

Child, you're such a fucking mess.
Is this what you call your fucking best?
Mommy cried when daddy lied
and neither care you're dead inside.

They're all dead and it's your fault.
All your efforts were for naught.
Go ahead, cry and slit your wrists.
Feels like Heaven, feels like bliss.