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.
YOU ARE READING
The Broken Who Broke Others
PoesiaRead these series of poems that show the rollercoaster of emotions that I felt throughout the year.