Trying to be

You could see it when you looked at her.
The wild in her eyes,
That spark of crazy mixed with chaos,
The way she glowed with severity.

But that wasn't what it was.
That something that drew even the stars.
That bent the sky in to listen.
It was how she made you feel

She was a storm.
The kind that made you run outside,
To stand in the lightning,
And be with the wind.

She was without trying
And suddenly,
Never in your life had you felt so alive
As you did next to her.