Worth The Storm
We were never the kind to dance in the rain,
more like the thunder that followed—
loud, clashing, impossible to ignore.
You spoke in tempests, I answered in fire,
and neither of us ever backed down.
We fought over little things—
the way you left lights on,
the way I forgot the keys,
the nights that stretched silent,
waiting for one of us to break.
But love was never meant to be polished,
never meant to be perfect.
It was meant to be tested,
to bend and twist,
but never break.
