Sad girl hours

rain

As the rain hit the glass on the window, you sat down beside me.
You wondered what was wrong, what made me so blue.

But you never did realize it wasn't my fear of rain, it was my fear of you. The way you were so perfect, how you would talk to me perfectly , how you would stare at me with those perfect eyes.

It was my fear that one day you would realize that I wasn't perfect, either my acne covered skin, and my split ended hair, I was no where near perfect.  But I was near you

And as we sit there listing to the rain  with the soft smell of vanilla lingering in the air, I couldnt help but wonder when it all would stop. When the raid would stop hitting the window of when yo I would stop loving me. But out love was like the rain, it had to stop eventually.