remember that night?

rebeccalouise Poems

the cold wind howls outside, the sudden downpour makes the stray cats scatter, and a car backfires up the road. you’re drunk, you’re upset make-up streams down your face, intertwining with your tears. a pathetic fallacy if i ever saw one. i’m outside; my flesh hits the cold brick at the side of the house i’m not drunk, but i’m upset and i can’t let you see so i prescribe the cold and rain as my remedy, it reminds me that i’m still here. and i shiver, but it’s better then going inside. going inside means that i would have to tell you why something so trivial made me break down. going inside means that you would discover the secret behind my facade. because i’m not upset at you and i’m not angry. i’m scared. this real world that we’re living in, it’s beating me up. i’m afraid. because in my mind, my fear and my pain is not as severe as yours. and i’m terrified, that you’ll call me weak and you’ll laugh. so for now, i’ll lean against this brick wall and let the rain and the cold become my drug.