I could compare you to a summer’s day
But you are more like the dark clouds that roll on a spring evening, the smell of your impending storm encompassing my senses

I could list every flower known to man to describe your beauty
But with the way you’ve ensnared me, I’d say your more like a vine littered with thorns

I could be cliché, and tell you all the sweet things you might want to hear
But you’re not attracted to the mundane

You’re a siren that has lured me into her waters and serenaded me with the song of her soul.

But my song echoes yours like a forgotten harmony.

I could tell you I’m not interested
Lie to us both to continue to conform to the traditional
But I crave your touch

I crave your tainted lips, poisoned with promises that caress my ears and my body

I could compare you to a summer’s day
But you’re more like the starry night in the middle of winter with the threat of snow in the air

I’ve always loved playing in the snow

the remnants of their time together pour from her cracks
onto the pavement
and her tears mix with the rain
beneath the crevices of her mask
dripping
streaking
leaving behind an empty shell

The wind is unforgiving here
It blows against the strongest of foundations
Until all that’s left is rubble

There is no mercy in the air.
The cold will seep beneath your skin
Freeze your bones
And steal what life you have left.

And when it rains, it pours.

The clouds hold no light. Their darkness enveloping every inch of your soul. The thunder shakes the very ground you walk on.

Yet in the middle of it all sits a girl with a caged heart.
It beats in rhythm with the thunder that rolls in the distance.
Blood trickles from its cracks into the grass, beneath the soil.
She wants no part of you.

Yet..here you stand.
You, without making much of an effort, broke through defenses so powerful that sometimes...
Sometimes even she fell prey to her own design.
You sit in front of her.
You reach inside of your chest and place your own caged heart on the ground.

With one word, you hold out your hand, scarred as much as the heart that rests between you, and you wait.
Because like her, you’ve been hurt before.
Hurt so deeply that you feel it with every breath.
But she’s different.
She...calls to you.
As you sit there and wait, the clouds break, and sunlight streams onto tortured land.
Progress