never
ever
be allowed to see
its next of kin
die.
the rain
i blocked notions to my heart
and suddenly it all feels like summer.
the rain is coming, i reckon.
much to my dismay,
it whispers,
the rain is only coming on you.
my only battle now lost.
my broken armour now gone.
i build my fortress with muds and stone.
and yet it whispers,
the rain has come to take you on.
this being a grown up
this being a grown up has turned out exactly how i thought it would. everything i stood for feels now distant and i am not alone. but i miss you all the time. that hasn't changed, i guess. i don't think it will.