making meaning
20 april 2018
I love rainy mornings
the kind where I can stay under covers
singing softly
about sweet things
If you were here,
I would nestle my head on your shoulder
we’d speak softly
about sweet things
in that place between sleeping and waking
where your breath is so peaceful
and the world is so silent
that I’m finally calm
so safe in your arms
But until then, I’ll write
soft words
about you
the sweetest thing of all
//
“I wanna know,
have you ever seen the rain?”
April 2017
Pins & University
//
twirling under the first warm rain of the season, alone and free as a bird
I laugh as I take off my flats and jump in the puddles that are already forming
if only playing in this early summer storm was enough
it would let me forget
but how many times do I have to spin and how fast do I have to run to get away from the memories of the boy I love
who, after all this, doesn’t think I’m enough
But I’ll never be enough for someone who hates who they are
thunderstorms surround me
and the sharp gravel of the city streets crunches underneath my bare feet
my blue suede skirt twirls in the purple wind; the grey-indigo sky turbulent
As the wind becomes a roar and the caress a downpour, I follow the yellow lights back home. Hoping and dreading, knowing you’ll be there, too —
No matter where I go or what I do, I can’t seem to get away from you
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