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Nobody Likes the RainNobody likes the rain,
So don't pretend to, my dear.
Blood that flows to the drain,
Its arrival is your worst fear.
Nobody wants the rain,
They all hope for the sun.
While they all run to Spain,
It lies in wait for the one.
Nobody dreams of the rain,
Its mood as cold as its heart.
Its eyes as dark as its vein,
And its smile as false as its start.
And nobody feels the rain,
As they push it out and away.
No one feels its shimmery strain,
As it hides beneath clouds of grey.
So nobody needs the rain,
Their flowers not watered but vodka'd.
They celebrate with champagne,
As rain cries a puddle of water.
Sad, nobody loves the rain,
As it kisses its own sodden skin.
But who is she to complain,
Each lone breath is a dark deadly sin.
Yet, nobody knows the rain,
Still she holds the blade hard to her wrist.
And, nobody knows the pain,
As she sits in the haze of the mist.
Unfavorable DelusionsShe sits beneath the stairwell, secluded, all alone
Hoping, praying all the day, for once, to feel at home
As others gather round, all laughing, gallivant
Not her, you see, she’s suffering, contentment something scant
At times she’s truly happy, though never for too long
You’ll never see the darkness there, the mask she wears is strong
But still it’s there and doesn’t rest, keeping her at bay
Within her beats a weeping heart, restless all the day
The compliments she’s hearing, not one of ample thought
For she believes, these “falsities”, are such an empty lot
She’s never felt a beauty, all knowing of her flaws
To try for such a title is quite a hopeless cause
The suitors whom surround her, are never filled with love
But only nature’s core desires; ‘tis what they’re all made of
She longs one day to feel true joy, no insecurities
For now, this girl is lonely, for now, this girl is me
Goodbye's for GoodLove of the purest form turned to hate of the rawest.
Don’t touch me with your stranger hands.
No soul I know lingers or lies behind your eyes.
Not one I can recognize
I still count the days since then,
It pursues me like an internal itch beneath my skin.
I deny the scratch and try to shake it out.
My memories of you are hit or miss.
I remember your hands, your hair,
But fading are your eyes and almost gone your kiss.
You will join the ranks.
Of nearly forgotten, faceless “Lovers”
Go on. In your life, it's so easy to replace.
I said leave me alone!
Just the thought of you sends surges in my skin.
It constricts my chest so no air pours in.
And I'm afraid.
That while I never really hate,
You might just be on the cusp of it.
Still I want only the best things, to befall your fate.
Don’t call my name.
Don’t claim were friends.
Because Ill always remember.
How you so easily turned your back on me in the end.
Please just go…
I cant stand this memory of you
Turning PointWhen I was a kid
I thought that ‘gay’ was just an insult
And as a result
I cried when a big kid called me it.
When I was a tween
My teacher said she was worried about two guys
Who always locked eyes
And I didn’t get why she was wrong to say it.
When I was a teen
I went on the internet and found out it all
When I started to fall
For both boys and girls and I didn’t get why.
When I was a teen
I made out with a girl from my school
It was pretty cool
But I was too scared to tell anyone.
When I’m an adult
I’m gonna tell my kids that it’s okay
To be bi or trans or gay
Or any other orientation
Because, well, it is.
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