Raindrops fall from the clouds above, hitting my window hard as nails.
The wind blows, throwing off all sense of balance.
My mind runs faster than the speed of light.
All this adds to the hollow feeling in my heart.
All this is a not so gentle reminder of how those feelings changed when you kissed me.
Like supernovas exploding, universes expanding, making me believe that anything is possible.
Dreams coming true and all that.
The hollowness filled. The void disappearing.
Then reality hits as hard as the rain.
Tomorrow the rain will be gone and the sun will shine through reminding me that you are gone as well.
Now every time the rain falls I’m reminded of you and every time the sun shines I’m reminded of what I lost.
Ironic, isn’t it?
Sun should bring hope, but it’s the rain I long for.
Doesn’t look like a limerick to you? Try this:
A dozen, a gross, and a score
Plus three times the square root of four
Divided by seven
Plus five times eleven
Is nine squared and not a bit more.
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