My umbrellas always dressed for the occasion,
feels adorned being gripped around my thick palms,
Ironic you block out the pours  for me,
when  you're the one getting rained on,

You walk in contradictions..

The sun  looks distraught,
therapy wont cool out its raised temper,
You say you'll block out the rays  for me,
but your skins peeling from being my sunblock,

What are you blocking if you're getting hit too?

Can you at least grow the tenacity to protect yourself
while you shelter me,
Yes, I remained covered under hot colors,
but suffer watching you sacrifice,
You are such a paradox,
bruised and beaten
with sounds of your breathing running out clocks,

I just wanted us both to be safe,
Through mixed skies, I took you for granted
Now you look old and fragile,
grappling with the forecasts
while my grips felt like strangles,

Not much life in you anymore
and those weather losses turn to mourns,
mopes drip like the tears from eyes of storms  
I HANDLED you wrong,