NotAllWho-Wander

Your eyes are oceans and as their seemingly warm waves crash in front of my face I can feel their icy mist clinging to my lashes like the tears I’ve cried for you, and suddenly it dawns on me that your eyes, instead of trying to pull me in, are trying to pull me  u n d e r.

There’s a thunderstorm in my brain, with dark thoughts swirling like rain clouds, pelting self-hate at me like hail while lightning is striking my skull, ricocheting off the smooth bone and digging into my brain like stinging memories of betrayal. Suicidal thoughts scream as loud as wind and thunder, howling throughout the night. I rarely find myself more terrified than I am when I’m caught in a storm. Maybe that explains why I’m so damn afraid of myself.