(via killmetheking)
the day the blinds shook, the day the rains came, and you were sitting in the kitchen staring out the window. i told you to close it, the rain slanting inside propelled by what seemed like gale force winds. you said no, you wanted to watch.we never understood storms.
i took your hand, one day, and dragged you out into what seemed like a low-class hurricane. my hands found your hips, and you were terrified of being out there, shivering and cold, and i kissed you and i laughed. you wanted to watch and i wanted to be in the midst of everything.
we never understood each other and i’m beginning to be okay with that.
