I don't deserve this...

the smell of rain,
brings me back to the days of innocence and pureness
were love was given to the " needed "
were I was a little child playing outside

no sorrows, no broken promises, no despair or range.

a life where I wasn't dreadful for every day that passed

I watched the rain out of the window drop by drop dreading the day I met her.
now here I am too attached to let go.

what I learned not to do from the one person that left me, my father.

And because of her, I have a hollow part deep inside

And it aches with every step every breath every touch

I hate it .