anyone who has seen the sky before the storm, knows the colour of your eyes.
anyone who has felt the ocean, knows your hands are not warm and gentle, they are waves embracing the rocky shore.
yes, you were cold and unforgiving, not sun kissed skin and eternal light.
they never told me i'd fall for you, bruise my knees and taste my own bloody lips.
no one ever told me how water might burn me.
