I loved you in better weather
when the days were long, and the nights even longer
since then I've waited
and maybe the good only comes with better weather
until the day when the rain fell
and you told me you loved me

everything is empty
my hands, now searching for something to hold
my sight, where your grace is nowhere to be found
the passenger seat, where you'd sing under your breath
because you didn't think I could hear you
I still don't seem to understand how my head is an overflowing mess
yet a hollow heart remains
because you took it
with you

midnight has never tasted so sentimental
the cool, damp air of a fresh rain
lingers on my skin.

I am awake because of her
the rain, she whispered to me,
her harmonies gently shook me
as if she wanted me to feel these emotions

emotions only one can feel on a night like this
cold. alone. nostalgic.
1:31 seems to be my time lately
to muse over my thoughts
gather them together and put away
for now
till later
when she comes for me again
another night
when the rain falls

[1:31am]
they say that drunken words are sober thoughts
I was never one to believe such a thing
until my phone rang and it was you

you have a way with words, slow yet satisfying
I held on to every slur and stutter.
as if it meant something
because to me, it did

maybe you'll remember
but even if you don't
I'll know you were still thinking of me
in your toxic state of mind

with nowhere to go, the streets were our canvas
and we were going to paint them gold.
my mind was racing, heartbeat fast-pacing
with all my cares left out in the cold.
one twenty-six in the morning,
current location: somewhere between fearlessness and the cinema parking lot
destination: midnight