read this when it’s raining

let the words wash over you
let them pitter-patter down
around you
and surround you
with a wistful transcience;
where the laughing ephemeral endures to
meet the stunningly tragic

somewhere 
in a different choice
this story is written by the unrequited
and every key that exists 
unlocks only new cages

but you chose this instead

can you taste the regret or does the dream still linger?

-x-

this is story about 
all of the letters that have been left unsent, 
all of the suns that have never set, all of the seeds that never took root,
and all of the goodbyes that were whispered to the water moon

may the words that lie in all of our hearts never go unsaid

-x-

i needed this