The Way You Spoke

No one has ever spoken to me like that before. Ever.

Like the whole world is quiet and the only sound I hear is of the thunder that echoes all around the mountains.

You're the thunder and your voice echoes.

Like how the stone creates ripples on the calm surface of the lake.

You're the stone causing ripples on my skin.

Like how the earth crumbles under the weight of holding us all that it shakes ever so often.

You're the quake and I'm shaking uncontrollably.

No one has ever spoken to me like that before. Ever.

Like the thunder creating ripples,

Shattering me,

In pieces and places,

Scarring and scaring,

Like never before.

No one has ever spoken to me like that before. Ever.