looking out a blurry window,
watching the water drop row-by-row.
cars drive by through puddles,
the city lights are subtle and my
music tunes out the rain drops.
my ache for you grew into pain.
a sore throat from screaming from my
rooftop, and memories connected to
emotions like a train.
i believed the pain you gave me
could all one day become love,
until reality destroyed that.
now i'm back in my bed, wandering
'round my head and there's one
thing i know for sure.
i'll always think about you when it rains.
YOU ARE READING
i still wait for you.
Poetrypoems and writings for the broken. previously, "i will wait for you until the very end" cover credits to baybiwillow TW if you or a loved one is experiencing suicidal thoughts, please call or text (or have them call or text) the National Suicide P...
