Poem: This Storm Is My Ex by Garser Dismuke You cant stand close to the windows or you might be struck by lightning. The storm is raging like an ex that cant move on. Shell bust the windows out your car but this time shell flood it. No more trips to the mall to flirt with the cute Korean chick at Too Cool.She won't back off the glass with her breath it seeps throughand clutches me when I'm asleep. Its hard to fall sometimes because the raindrops to the windowpane like bombs and my eardrums ring
