Hurricane

I want to scream
I want to cry.
Does he notice the dark clouds
forming behind my eyes?
The rain that begins to pore down
my cheeks onto his sleeve?
The silent scream of thunder
aches to be released?
The electricity that passes between us
like a lightning strike?
Shaking my bones like an earthquake proving
That my love can tear the world apart for him in the end.
I will dwindle into a bright blue sky
he will stand high and fine
in a world left of nothing without me.