People have always told me my eyes turn grey like the stormy skies.
Like the weathers chaos is being reflected in my very eyes.
My tears are the raindrops, when the cloud cries.

Maybe I should keep my head down on the ground.
Maybe my emotions will be more sound.
Maybe when the sun in shining my soul will be found.

Until then I'll remain sad
But I guess the rain isnt so bad
I mean mother nature could always be mad.

Myths say that raindrops are just gods tears but that day at a bus stop sitting under an umbrella I prayed to that big man in the sky and whispered that I needed sun but all I heard was your footsteps in sync with the rain dripping on the concrete as you walked away from me in reply and I will never get down on my knees for anybody again

Fire and ice share two common letters.
I and E. Vowels, to be particular.
Yet the similarities don't outweigh the differences.
Fire is how his hands feel on your thighs after the first fight and ice is how your heart feels on the night he walks away.
Fire is destructive, like your words that lash me like a whip, aND SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO BURN EVERY SINGLE MEMORY OF THE LIGHTNING OFF YOUR LIPS FROM MY BRAIN but I can't risk the cold and lack what your warm hands bring. Ice is cruel, it leaves you cold and miserable, suffering as an avalanche of unreplied text messages and love letters unanswered downfall on your ever aching body aND I SWEAR IM SICK OF THIS ICEBERG IN MY HANDS, LEAVING ME NERVOUS AND NUMBED I just miss the smell of oak trees burning as we ran laughing through the forest, I'm sorry I was so cold, ruthless even that the moon cast its shadowed eyes upon me. We are opposites but we complete each other, fire and ice, come back, I need you to thaw me out, I'll melt in your arms and promise never to freeze again

I have a problem
I listen to music so loud I can't hear my own thoughts and everybody says I'm going to go deaf by the age of 20 but at least I won't hear you say that you never loved me
I have a problem
Your favorite colors are silver and red so I take this blade across my skin again and again and bleed out the beauty that you said was only on the inside
I have a problem
My vision is blurry as a bottle drops from my hand
The sound I hear resonating when it shatters sounds miles away like the memory of our first date with champagne and roses and you loving me
I have a problem
I need to feel a pair of hands around my throat. Get a grip on life, ******, I love you.
I have a problem
You used to hate cigarettes. But now that you're gone, one always resides between my fingers where yours used to be and hopefully if I smoke at 11:11 you'll care enough to come back and stop me
I have a problem.