Bittersour
A new word.
It’s like eating the truth,
And not liking it.

Or

Remembering pain.
And not forgetting it.

Ironic as it seems:
I know someone unfaithful
longing for real love.

A cloudy sky is a terrifying one.

See it’s subtle ripples
Through the brisk autumn wind.
See how close they come to suffocate,
As they trap the light within.
Ebb and flow,
They shrink and grow,
Patched, attached, detached,
Never-ending.
A cloudy sky is terrifying.

See the colours dull.
Everything washed over with a grey hue.
Don’t get me wrong,
I still find it beautiful.

Heads are lowered and humbled.
Travellers move faster with direction.
Chats are shortened.
Thinking “get out of the way of a rainy day.”
Like a cloudy sky is an affliction,
Strengthening the addiction to the sun.
A cloudy sky is a terrifying one.

thanks for letting me know you won't feel the same, it made me more inspired to write about you. how ironic.