They don’t tell you

 love sometimes feels like 

drowning in promises.
Love shouldn’t feel like begging.

I miss when love wasn’t a game.

I miss when this relationship

felt like dancing in the rain—

slow,

and sweet.
Back then,

it was nothing but love in our eyes,

as your arms wrapped around mine

in the middle of any storm.

Feet splashing,

locked eyes,

like nothing in this world,

or any other,

mattered.
We used to laugh at the thunder—

we thought storms were just background noise.

Like we were untouchable.

Like we could survive anything

as long as we held on to each other.
But now?

Every day is thunderstorms.

Every day is pain.

And you cause it.
The one who claimed to love me

is the one who hurt me.
It’s crazy—

you once held my hand 

as we danced in that cold,

sweet-smelling rain.
And now?

Those same hands

let me drown

in a freezing,

dark,

empty ocean.
You left me.

 Alone. 

No life jacket.

No warning.

Just the ocean

and your silence.
Like saying:

“If I’m not here,

then you shouldn’t be able

to even put up a fight.”
So I sank
.
As the freezing, relentless waves

crashed into me—

again,

and again,

and again.
Your body pressed against mine

as we shared that loving gaze...
Then I snap back to reality—
we’ll never be the same.
You left me to drown.
And now,

I no longer have you

 to dance in the rain.
And I don’t know what hurts more—

the drowning,

or the fact that

I still miss dancing in the rain.