Thunder and Sunshine

There’s a girl I loved more than sprinkled donuts.

Empty atoms in her orbit are more noticeable to her than me.

I tried to be loud

She didn’t like it.

She told me I was sweet

and that hurt.

I’m so much more than sweet.

I guess I was too bright for her.

I know I came on too strong. 

She’s more like thunder than thunder is.

To think her volume would mix well with mine

was nothing more than a dumb mistake.

She needs this poem

Because I can’t need her anymore.