Rain reminds me why.
It brings the oily feelings to the surface
reminds me to be cautious
and darkens my days..
it turns my gold and blue
to dingy shades of gray.
Rain reminds me why I forgot you.
It wipes the slate clean,
it forgave me and forgot
but it reminds me
it wasn't all for not.
It brings out the worst in me
but leaves me with a smiling beam of sun.
Rain talks and talks and talks.
It's the best kind of noise;
doesn't need response...
it doesn't need you at all.
If you listen closely
it will tell you your own story
every single time it falls.
Rain is always the same
if you look at right.
The same rain that falls during the day
is the rain that falls during the night;
He might sound different
or hit the ground softer
he might puddle up to you
and lull you to sleep
but rains motives are to drown you out.
hammer you into the earth
and make you forget what the sun was like.
im not at all surprised that the same voice would flow from the same mess of hair
wiry and brown
slyly making the sound.
im not at all surprised that i imagined it all first
secretly hoped for it
then wishing it were the opposite.
Ive been here before....
I tried to erase the marks off the board
but they are here to stay..
Love isn't and flowers
or an emotional mix-tape
it isn't staring over
wiping a slate clean...
love is a bitch and he's cold hearted and mean.
Love laughs when you fall
and kicks you when you're down
Love fades from ruby red
to dingy brown
and he does it slowly
so you barely notice.
Love cries wolf
but he does it in a foreign language
he keeps you coming back for more
he let's you think you've evened out the score
and when it's safe to breathe
and admit you've been silly little lady
he ducks out and dissappears
dust twirling around like a ghost
laughing in your face about the past 2 years.
Love isn't patient
it doesn't understand
and it doesn't appear in the form of a man.
it's condescending and blameful
and picks you apart
it knows the shortest distance between itself
and your heart....
(its with guilt).
It doesn't ask for attention
but it doesn't ask to be left alone.
It punishes you through a silent phone.
It knows you have nowhere left to check
It knows you are a broken hearted wreck.
It knows you aren't good enough and tells you through morse code.
Love is a play unrehearsed
an epic fail
a never ending western fairy tale..
it wouldn't know a happy ending if it kicked you in the ass.
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Writing Prompts Updated: Aug 7, 2009
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