fall on me.
i love how the rain heals me.
fall and remind me
that everything falls
and falls
and
falls.
and even though this rain will shatter against this unforgiving and cold ground
remind me
that falling this beautiful and free and impulsive and unscathed
and strong and shivering falling
will overwhelm me.
but even now, i can see this cold ground staring up at me, crooked white lines maliciously forming into a smile. the promised pain is made of jagged street lights and cruel gutters. and the rain can't fall hard enough to drown the pain.
i will remember.
even when i'm left panting, bleeding and crying against this black pavement. i will remember the falling.
fall on me.
months and months later after this was written, we're both now in a relationship. it's funny how things like that work out.
this poem was liked by quite a flattering amount of people. i guess we've all felt this way, haven't we?