I hate the rain
...
..
.
  .
.
   .
.
It creates puddles and forces me to see my reflection

My head tends to hang low, eyelids carrying the weight of my regrets..
Head in smoke clouds from burning forests
Thunder in my mind, lighting the dark with it's temporary rumble and powering the deprecation machines

ah yes the DMs
.

Whirlwinds pick up old headlines
Tumbling and rolling inside my head


What's new, tell me something different


I hold a forbidden box
▪
Don't look inside or I might be embarrassed

□

Don't look inside or you might be annoyed

■

You might be scared
You might feel uncomfortable
You might like it

But this box is supposed to remain shut.

It's had enough rain inside it
And you shouldn't have to swim in this ocean of misery

I tried to build a floating home from these broken pieces

But it's just too much

You'd be better off getting in a makeshift ship and manually paddling away


Who could blame you













This island is remote for a reason









Covered in land mines and emotional traps

Don't get caught, lest you flood this small patch of ground further

My lips barely touch the surface


I long for that kiss, help me breath again