RAIN
Cold.
Dark.
Heartless.
Depressing.
I see...
Beauty.
Tranquility.
Homely.
Calm.
You were like the rain once.
Heartless.
Cold.
It never got old.
I loved that about you.
Or so I thought.
You were really like a forest.
Poison ivy.
You injected me with your insecurities.
You turned your problems on me.
You were making me out to be... the bad guy.
You were toxic. So too is ivy.
You crawled up walls, windows and halls.
You injected your poison.
You're not 'slick'.
You're not 'cool'
You're toxic.
YOU ARE READING
...The Rest is History
شِعر⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ A collection of memories, in form of poems and short stories Poems don't always have to rhyme do they?
