the tides roll in
and the sand trapped in between my toes
is washed out like
my inner demons during a
self love exorcism.
raindrops form in the gloomy grey cloud
that hangs over my head
and follows me around
to make my day a hurricane
whenever it can.
It rains on me when i'm near you
i make a fool of myself
nothing newer
than mistaking teardrops
from the window sill above
for raindrops
YOU ARE READING
mellow kingdom⭐️
Short Storya poetic short story about a love triangle (that was a pain to write but worth it lol); a scaredy cat, a melancholy mind and a heart of gold.
