I stood outside in the rain today. I know it sounds cliché, but the steady drumming of raindrops drowned out the beat of my heart.
I've never felt as complete as I did then.
Let's just pretend that I didn't break your heart. I'll bandage my bleeding knuckles and go find that fake smile I wear so well.
I won't be lonely. We'll pretend I'm happy standing outside in the wet; these are raindrops, not tears. I'll give you every excuse I have to offer, and someday when the rain clouds disappear I'll realize that I'm just talking to the sky.
I've run out of words, you know. I can feel it.
When it started raining last night I burned all of my poetry books. Page by page. I can only remember one line:
"I know just how it feels
to think of the right thing to say too late."
When I think of the right words, I'll write them down. And leave them for someone to set on fire.