who do we think we are, anyway?

We're something else.
We're the biggest, most beautiful disaster I can think of.

You're the one on the left.
Looking away from me,
looking away from us,
looking into the future.

I'm the one on the right,
looking down, arms clutched tight,
cuddling into and away from you,
because I know it's all I have.

And even if it's dysfunctional and just plain wrong,
I want it anyway.

Author's Note

i will never listen to thunder the same again.
5:10pm, tuesday. jun 22, 2010.