The Rain

It's raining outside

and

These beautiful things

shining through my tears

will feel the drops

but never know my fears

how could they if I don't?

Rain drops

Falling from the trees

into the sky

and you never ask why

ignore the dots in the sky

they're not there

Rain falls

on tattooed tough guys

littering sidewalks with spit

say they're trying to quit

cigs for the sixth time

and he's tired of lie

tied together to hide

his head when he cries

from better eyes

It's raining outside

Slight stirrings before sunrise

split seconds of conscientiousness

before slipping into a sea of dreams

I always have the most vivid dreams

while the sun is rising

It's raining outside

but not in here

not in my head not in my head

You know what hurts?

When someone suddenly starts acting distant with you, for no reason. When things suddenly changed without any explanation. When a certain routine stops out of nowhere, and you're just kinda stuck in a situation where you don't know what to do, whether to move on and forget about everything because it looks like that the other person did it so easily or to confront them.

this poem is dedicated to

the people who look in the mirror

and think I'm not good enough

the people who guard themselves

with walls higher than the empire state buildin

the people who don't need water

to feel like they're drowning

the people who are in love

but no loved in return

the people who have feelings

that can't be forgotten

the people who have thoughts more tangled

than the headphones in my pocket

This poem is dedicated to

all the people who are human

but still strive for impossible perfection

you are not alone

l.m.