I am a Storm.

All the things I write.
Privately.
Just me.
My evening light.
My pen, my heart and my ego.
Are the things I crave.
For you to know.
The most intense.
The most wild.
The most vulnerable.
The most me.
How I long.
I sob.
I yearn.
For someone to crack me wide open.
I am a storm.
Make it rain.