Clear is the rain that falls on the worst of days.
Like a teenage girl falling in love, it can only fall.
Mess with what it stands for
and its razor sharp edges will become clean crisp cuts to your ego.

Rain that pours in lines and patterns
-Not in nature’s straight lines of perfection.-
Can pour reality into your soul, make you see what I could not.
Protect and preserve the fragile hearts of ones she cares for.
They will not end up like her.

The transparent burst of hope carried in by the wind,
Trying to breathe life back into the shattered world that is her mind.
Clear was the honest warnings she subconsciously heard but failed to heed.
Clear was the patronizing, “I told you so.” In the back of her mind.
The translucent shade that was her nightmare,
Now prevails to be her one and only dream.
It has saved her, it has made her.

Little streams of light
sneak past the curtains.
Early Sunday morning.
My internal alarm blares.
Conflict brews in my mind
Rather to wake
or fall back into sleep.
The smell of coffee
taunting my senses.
And sights of you
intriguing my interest.
Where we will be today
I am not sure
It's generally a mystery.
Though your presence
Is a feeling of immense comfort.
I long to feel your touch on mine
So I rise without discontent
And let the sun break trough the shades.

Every insignificant choice
leading me down another long and winding road.
From the shaking of my hands and nervous tremble of my voice
to the long over due release of a heavy load.
From when my hands were tied
to when my touch met yours.
One thing stays the same
no matter the path I choose.
When I was intensely sad
or unavoidably alone.
You were always around
reminding me of the good I never had.