an unknowable love

i fell in love with a girl

whose name was the sound thunder makes

when it hits the ground.

she was not thunder, though.

her skin felt like falling,

her lips tasted like what rain should have been.

i am not sure that she was human,

nor was she alive.

for to breathe,

and to possess a beating heart,

is not to live.

she was not meant to fall in love.

she was not meant to kiss,

or to touch.

to inhale and exhale,

to feel the way fingers lock around each other.

she was meant to exist,

but not to live.

so she existed,

and i lived.

and together,

we were broken.