It's times like these,
When the world feels like
It's coming to an end.
When only the rain will fall,
And the thunder soars through the skies.

Lightning is scattered across
The image that only I can see;
It's the storm of misery.
The wind blows you 
In so many different directions,

Sometimes it throws you right 
Into the worst possible places
You could be.
Occasionally it lands you in the arms of something
That is so close to being perfect,

It seems too surreal.
So, you touch softly because of the fragility it holds,
Touch by touch you see the realness beneath your very own eyes,
Feel the warmth that one human being can give another.

After time passes,
The touches subside;
Looks and smiles aren't the same.
Silence is all that surrounds you,
You feel like you're the one to blame.

The comfortness is gone,
Stability is out the door,
And you still find yourself asking for more.
Time moves on,
Communication becomes- not so often.

Distant looks become distant calls,
Going to new places,
Seeing new faces.
Someone may look like you,
And I'm reminded, as I smile and sigh.

Yes, I've missed you along the way,
But turns out, this was the best thing
that could've ever happened to me.
The wind blew me in this direction,
There is no need to be blown back,

To where I started.
I feel no feeling of neglect.
I don't touch lightly anymore,
Because there is no object to be fragile.
I saw the realness,

And believed all the lies,
Watched you unfold,
Right before my very own eyes.
Yes, I felt the warmthness from your lips,
But what I also felt was the coldness of your heart,

I no longer have silence surrounding me,
And there's no one here to blame.
My security and comfortness are back,
My stability is the strongest it could possibly be,
And, yet, I still find myself asking for more.