Weirdo Weather
Your moods roll in like roadside storms that were not on the forecast
blue sky at breakfast and apocalypse eyes before noon turns the corner
You wake up humming some dumb pop hook while making pancakes
then halfway through the batch you go quiet
a siren screaming warning of disorder
You keep apologizing for every shift
like clouds feel guilty when the wind flips them inside out over cities with cracked paint
And I keep wanting to grab your shoulders and say “you’re not broken for feeling the pressure
you are just honest when most people fake being a saint.”
You keep clothes in layers even in summer
hoodie over tank
something old and soft that still smells faintly of teenage tears and off-brand soap
You say it is for temperature swings
but your hands shake when you talk about winters that never ended inside you
dressing in armor just to cope
You have playlists titled “probably fine” and “do not open at 3 AM
” tracks that flood your chest with thunder you pretend is just noise
I watch you switch from comedy clips to staring at the wall
jaw clenched
fingers flexing like they’re holding a weapon instead of a toy.
Every therapist and article tries to sell you calm
this polished idea of balance like a white ceiling with nothing hanging loose
Nobody ever told you some hearts are wired like coastal towns
living through storms and clear days and never getting to choose
You are not a failure when the rain hits
you are a weather system learning how to call a truce.
You are weirdo weather
sudden hail and fierce sunsets on the same damn street
Lightning in your laughter, cold fronts in your silence
heatwaves every time our eyes meet
If you think I only love your sunshine
you have not been listening when I curse at the sky with you in the dark
Weirdo weather darling
every shift just leaves a deeper mark.
There are days when leaving bed feels like climbing a wet glass wall
being alive feels like a dare from someone you never agreed to trust
You send me three word texts that say “brain is bad” or “storm again” and vanish from the chat while your dishes gather dust
I drop by with takeout and dumb memes
talk about nothing important while your eyes track the floor
waiting for the next direct hit
Then something tiny cracks; you snort at a dumb joke
insult my taste in music
and for a second the clouds rip and I see you fully lit.
You call yourself drama, burden, broken record
drag on the party
curse with each inhale like you owe the world a fee
Yet I have seen you talk a stranger off a ledge with honest admissions about wanting to vanish and still choosing coffee and TV
Storms like yours have saved more nights than any pretend sunshine ever did for me.
You are weirdo weather
sudden hail and fierce sunsets on the same damn street
Lightning in your laughter, cold fronts in your silence
heatwaves every time our eyes meet
If you think I only love your sunshine
you have not been listening when I curse at the sky with you in the dark
Weirdo weather darling
every shift just leaves a deeper mark.
When the pressure drops and your chest feels like a bar closing early while the band still wants to play
I will not hand you false clear skies or tell you to smile till the thunder goes away
I will sit on the floor in your wrecked room
pass you water and dirty jokes and my own old scars
We can watch bad TV and let the storm shake the windows while we flip it off and trace constellations on your arms like cheap
crooked stars.
You are weirdo weather
and I am not here for perfect days in some fake eternal June
I am here for the fucked up forecasts
the lightning strikes
the rare soft nights when you hum along in tune
If the world only loves you when you are calm
that is their small, boring loss to own
Weirdo weather darling
I am building my shelter where your wild clouds roam.
If you crash again tomorrow
text me one word and let it pour
Weirdo weather still counts as weather
and I am not walking out the door.