you are
the rain that falls
onto my lips
with a whisper and a kiss,
and my petals bloom
because of you,
and I don't carry
an umbrella
when waiting for you,
anymore,
wanting to feel your rain
on my skin,
pattering against me
like the metronome
and the melody
dripping delicately into one,
and I rise up to meet you,
with a stem barbed with thorns
and wild, scarlet petals softly reaching
for the thunder you hold
in the storm you don't let anyone into,
and your raindrops—
plop
plop
plop
—your teardrops
don't weigh down on me,
only strengthening me
as we brave through our storms
YOU ARE READING
poems for you. always for you. ✓
Poetrypoems for you. poems for the ex best friends and the lost 'forevers'. poems for the memories that burn and fade before burning again. poems for the emptiness that is heavy and hollow in hearts. poems for the fleeting, fiery moments of happiness that...
