My heart is a glorified curse.

I think an evil queen was at my birth

That mistook me for a princess

And put a spell on me.

Because while they say it keeps me alive,

More often than not I think it might kill me.

My heart is a raging thunderstorm.

Lightning cracks and thunder booms

Inside my chest. 

Unruly and daunting, I slam the shutters,

Afraid that the raindrops will get someone wet and 

Terrified of melting.

With you, 

Love is a silent promise.

Which is to say,

You feel it in the spaces in between.

Quiet glances, sweet smiles, and warm touch.

I never feel alone. 

You break the curse and calm the storm.