My life is dull.

A lie, and I am not

allowed to tell those.

My life is bright.

What I meant was

that it is boring waiting

for her to walk by me. 

 

I am in love with the dark. 

At least I think I would be.

I have never kissed the dark because

I am only good for cracking apart.

I wonder what it would

be like to caress fire.

To be able to burn.

 

She roars past me 

like a storm though I 

have never seen one

only been rattled by thunder.

She crashes back to me.

 

I study her face.

It is a wrecked red

ruined by scars carved 

of tears and I recoil.

 

She slams her fist

against me. Taking her

repulsiveness out on my 

innocent skin. She is trying 

to make me as hideous as her.

She hits me again and I 

tremble, but

 

I have had enough

of her playing thunder.

I raise my own fist

and see her follow

 

I strike her first.

I am lightning through the sea 

I shatter her

Or maybe 

She Shattered Me