you are a rainstorm
pouring from
my heart
my pores
my soul
you are a hailstorm
battering
my ducts
my spirit
my whole
you are the thunder
deafening
my voice
my thoughts
my dreams
you are the lightning
incinerate
my eyes
my love
my screams

and we said we'd lay together
in the rain
now i lie alone
in the rain
in the rain
washing away

i'm full of scars
cuts and abrasions
cannulas and needles
they're sticking me
pushing my mind
to pharmaceutical limits
losing myself along the way
they have their agenda
and will have their say
but i know there's another way
engage the grey
there's more to this conspiracy
and i am the rover
send me to mars
better yet, venus
just me and a few
we'll send word if we want
you to join us

**** the cutesy ****
i want you to cry
i want you to see the life
that tears the rest of us apart
to break down the façade
and see what’s really real
feel what you really feel
and let yourself fall apart
your molten components
will somehow reassemble
and you’ll feel it again
and again
and again

it’s all that there is
we just paint our colours on top
so we can smile
and get on with things
things that don’t matter
things that aren’t real
that are gone in a moment
like a ******* high
but we break ourselves for them
ever crawl toward them
all the while denying
what is there and so real

love lives in the dark
that's where it grows
it breathes and twists
until it dawns upon your horizon
you shield your eyes
dazzled by the brightness
perplexed and uncertain
wondering at the origin
love shadows you
attached in ways you cannot see
observe it for some clarity
on your own movements
just observe
without distraction

once it would have mattered
now so insignificant
you'd no interest in sharing at one time
and then the moment went
interest waned with your disdain
the detachment that you chose
there's nothing here to be shared
return to your repose

there are paths

that we know

with our familiarity

we set off surefooted

toward our known destination

then as dusk settles in

we begin to doubt

to wonder

the markers and signposts

appear to have shifted

perhaps tampered with

and our assurance dwindles

replaced by confusion

unsettling in the fog

questions arise to which we believed

we already had the answers

and what was known becomes lost

along with

our selves