The Broken Who Broke Others

seasonal mood swings

i hate the rains
i hate that when it's 6 in the morning and i'm getting late but,
i trip on a puddle,
looking like a chaotic person.

i hate to wake up to a grey sky
where it takes extra effort to simply see anything.

she always told me that i have seasonal mood swings.
where there was the sun i was calm,
where there was the cold i was gloomy.

i hated the rains where we would have to plan to run from one building to another and
i hated our first inside joke to be about it raining detergent and water when i got mud on my white tshirt
and you simply teased me about it even three years later.

i hate that the last line on my letter was
"the crazy girl who wanted it to rain detergent and water"
i hate that you said you didn't regret
as though that was in consideration.