it rained for that week.
but not the the rain you know i love so much.
the rain you promised me we would dance together in.
no,
it was the rain that drenched me in blood and tears.
the rain i didn't love.
it was the rain,
that made my skin ache,
my muscles aching with every movement.
no,
it wasn't the rain that I oh so love.
it was the rain,
leaving you wishing you had never told yourself to hold on,
only a little longer.
this rain...
it made me long for the scars to never stop bleeding,
for the blood to never stop seeping,
for all the never ending pain that envelops me,
to end.
for it to all just end.
I long for the rain I always craved, to exist again.
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my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
