It’s raining,
And I wish you were here.
Because, and I know it’s cliché,
But I’m falling a lot harder
Than this rain, and dear,
It’s torrential here.
But these sheets of rain
Remind me of the sheets we share,
And I’d just as quickly
Wrap myself up in them
If I thought you were in there, too.
It’s 101° there.
But here it’s raining.
And I miss you.

You say things
Just in the aims
Of hurting another,
Even to your lover.
And what makes you so special?

I say
You don't respect my feelings,
And am met with silence.
I tell you,
Ours will die its death
Without an ounce of violence.
Is it so, if it is lifeless?

How'd I start the morning?
Kisses and hugs.
Brought coffee to you in bed,
And your sister to school.
Threw your laundry in.
It's the least I can do.

You chose to insult me,
Never kissed or hugged me.

And can you take your stress out
On someone who isn't there?

The premise of amounting to nothing,
Can be comforting.
If you think you are capable enough
To affect real change.
And if you are, and
Do not, you are no
Man. And if
None of us act,
We are all ******.