For the last few months I’ve been breaking down inside like the atoms in raindrops when they hit the concrete floor, involuntary suicide.

I don’t know why but you’ve been clouding up my mind and I feel the pressure build up inside my veins and I swear to god I can I smell you in the rain.

I feel like I miss the sunshine against my skin,
the warmth the rays left as they kissed me gently
now all I can feel is the wetness your lips
left behind as you kissed my chest,
my hands,
my cheeks.

A storms brewing ever so
and I’m afraid this will be to much for me too handle.

But I guess,
that’s why storms are named after people,
because they destroy you beautifully