Oct 2013
I can hear the soft patter of the raindrops on the tin above me as I sit quietly on the porch.
My feet are hanging off the edge of the steps, out of the protection of the roof.
My socks are wet, but I don’t care because I am nearly soaked to the bone.
Summer rain used to mean nothing to me until you came around.
The rain falling so gently on driveway puddles remind me of a painter with a canvas.
Every drip creates a ripple that expands, running all the way to the puddle’s edge, just as an artist would gradually cover a canvas with paint.
That rainfall was art and you were the inspiration.
Take me back to that moment.
So young.
So in love.
My window sill doesn’t give me that same comfort.
As I open my window to feel the cold night air, I looked up at the sky.
I admire the clear night and the stars all around me, I take comfort in knowing that we sleep under the same sky.
My eyes settle on one star. As I gaze upon it admiring its beauty, I find myself pondering if you were looking at the same one.
You were so beautiful; I used to say that the stars blessed you.
For lack of better words you shined brighter than all of the diamonds in the sky. You were to sun to my solar system.
Your eyes, bright hazel.
I remember, I never could compare them to something as gorgeous as you so I always just said that they reminded me of a perfect cup of coffee.
If there was one thing we shared, it was our love for coffee.
I used to imagine that the sweet aroma of each cup that I made each weary night we spent together, smelled exactly like you.
The rich smell sent my mind on a journey through space and time, creating the perfect image of your touch; forever engrave in my pallet.
That’s what love is, isn’t it?
It turns us in to gullible fools, our minds just as twisted and jumbled as blended coffee.
Each cup of it imagined to appear to be as cold as your heart became.
I have a permanent brain freeze from loving you.
My mind caught in a frozen stasis, allowing all thoughts only to travel back to you.
You molded me into your perfect coffee bean. When every *** of me was gone you tossed out my film.
Used me for your fix, and then threw me away.
I’m all used up and forgotten.
My feet are hanging off the edge of the steps, out of the protection of the roof.
My socks are wet, but I don’t care because I am nearly soaked to the bone.
Summer rain used to mean nothing to me until you came around.
The rain falling so gently on driveway puddles remind me of a painter with a canvas.
Every drip creates a ripple that expands, running all the way to the puddle’s edge, just as an artist would gradually cover a canvas with paint.
That rainfall was art and you were the inspiration.
Take me back to that moment.
So young.
So in love.
My window sill doesn’t give me that same comfort.
As I open my window to feel the cold night air, I looked up at the sky.
I admire the clear night and the stars all around me, I take comfort in knowing that we sleep under the same sky.
My eyes settle on one star. As I gaze upon it admiring its beauty, I find myself pondering if you were looking at the same one.
You were so beautiful; I used to say that the stars blessed you.
For lack of better words you shined brighter than all of the diamonds in the sky. You were to sun to my solar system.
Your eyes, bright hazel.
I remember, I never could compare them to something as gorgeous as you so I always just said that they reminded me of a perfect cup of coffee.
If there was one thing we shared, it was our love for coffee.
I used to imagine that the sweet aroma of each cup that I made each weary night we spent together, smelled exactly like you.
The rich smell sent my mind on a journey through space and time, creating the perfect image of your touch; forever engrave in my pallet.
That’s what love is, isn’t it?
It turns us in to gullible fools, our minds just as twisted and jumbled as blended coffee.
Each cup of it imagined to appear to be as cold as your heart became.
I have a permanent brain freeze from loving you.
My mind caught in a frozen stasis, allowing all thoughts only to travel back to you.
You molded me into your perfect coffee bean. When every *** of me was gone you tossed out my film.
Used me for your fix, and then threw me away.
I’m all used up and forgotten.
