15/12/2013

sometimes, just sometimes

sometimes, just sometimes, I feel better without you here
it’s not because you aren’t adored, I’d just rather be on my own
on days like today where the wind battles with the rain
and gusts of leaves rise into encrypted messages from the earth
I can sit on my own and spew the sadness I’ve been containing
indulgent in misery, as rain beats violently against my windows
please don’t read this and think that I have lost interest
without you
I’d be unattached
and fragmented
searching for pieces of myself
I’d lost
in the bottle green storm
of your eyes.