tears

As the rain drops tap on the window she can’t help but think of him. Through all the ups and downs they made it through yet the smallest thing cut them in two. The memories bring tears to her eyes and being to fall in tune with the rain outside. The only difference is the rain brings life, where as tears only bring sorrow. As they fall the memories of him flood into her mind can only make things worse.

pain

As the tears well up behind these eyes the harder they are to hide. The pain gathers up and expands inside me, as if wanting to explode into pure anger and rage. Yet for some reason is not able to, and around you I cannot show it. I leave before they begin to fall, and once they do it’s like a storm of them. The pain that I had begun flowing out as well, and I begin to fall apart. As the clouds turn gray the sun is hidden as if to never be seen again.

End