I hate rainy days
They make me feel damp, messy, grey, my rainy mornings are
Tired
And I hate looking outside the window to see pale light streak into
My roomAnd it reminds me of
You
I remember dancing in the rain with you,
Smiles against kisses,
Twirling in puddles and feeling my cheeks turn pink in the coldThe only thing that bettered the fever that followed,
Was the snippets of laughing with you,
How you yelled I love you and you're so beautiful,
Made me forget the sniffles and the haze that would cloud my headBut I don't have that anymore,
On rainy days like these,
When the sky is blotted with heavy clouds
And the ground is slick with water,
I don't have anyone to dance with,No one to pull me close in this
Horrible of weatherMaybe I'll meet a sun-eyed boy,
With freckles as stars across his cheeks,
And laughter that makes flowers blossom,
And maybe he'll make me forget you,
He'll whisk me up on rainy mornings and he will
Bring in the scents of spring,
And he will
He willHe will adore me,
He will grow flowers in the saddest parts of me,
Petals of pale pinks, watery blues and vibrant greens,
He will make me laugh again,And when I'm clutching my stomach with a kind of
Breathless laughter
I will realise that
He doesn't
ExistAnd I will be left alone in the rain again,
Watching as droplets of water fall along my skin
The way tears do as I sob into nothing
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PoetryEpiphany ⇢ ❛𝘈 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.❜ ❝And even on nights when the dark becomes sticky like tar, when I wish for something to swallow me whole so I don't have to wake up the next day, I still think of you...