you said that
you love it when it rains.
little did you know that
whenever i shed a tear.
maybe that's why
you seem happy
even if i'm hurt;
whenever i cry.
and i'll always end up
exchanging your sorrow
for my euphoria,
in hopes of you
loving the rain—
me, my tears, and my pain.
They say that over time, it dissipates -
it will drain from you, evaporate like smoke.
It will descend upon you, destroy you;
but will soon release you, and fade.
But with time it instead grows stronger,
demanding to be felt.
It knocks on the doors of my soul,
its urgency to be let inside unrelenting and ruthless.
Like an unpredictable storm, it lands and ravages,
leaving just fragments of a heart already rebuilt.
What is gone is the will;
the resiliency dulled, the courage spent.
It's a deep-rooted weed, an unrivaled opponent;
It's a malevolent fire that refuses to be smothered.
a wound that permeates, and remains.
In the land of love and hurt
Life holds no reason for what we gain
The love of hurt
The hurt of love
They come in a pair
So please beware
We hurt the ones we love
We love the ones we hurt
We execute our hurt for love
Surrender our love for hurt
We try to sweep our hurt under the door
We let our love fall between the cracks
should i turn into a storm?
howling like the wind,
to get you to hear me?
more raindrops; more tears,
to make you feel
drenched in remorse?
harsher and faster,
much like a hurricane,
to get you to see
how messed up i am?
when i'm stronger
like the storm,
would you love me more?
something i believe with all of my heart
the exact moment you are hurt, you hurt
without warning you are torn apart
you hurt yourself and those around you
darkness isn't something you can easily outsmart
but i will say piece by piece and day by day
you will learn to heal and your life will restart