Lightning (Poem?)

Touching you was like lightning but not in the way that you think. It wasn’t lovely or invigorating. It wasn’t electrifying and it didn’t make every bone in my body come alive. It was painful. I felt all I had to give empty itself onto the bathroom floor. Can we just talk about the bathroom floor for a minute? The bathroom floor is such a timeless space. You can have the worst mental breakdowns in your life, the ones that are snot-filled and gasping for breath. But you can also have the laughs that make your stomach hurt, that make you keel over in pain. And then there are the moments when time freezes. You feel completely alone. But that's not necessarily a bad thing. You can slide down the bathroom door and feel nothing. But I guess I had all of those with you. I had the shaking, quaking, and lying on the cold floor wishing I felt full