When it rains he kisses me 

Water droplets kiss the ground below gently in the afternoon. 

The breeze is gentle like sleep and you sound like a sweet tune. 

 Red strings have tied us together forevermore. 

And when the sky greys I paint myself into it.

I hope I'll reach up to the stars and lay on Venus's floor.

Why aren’t you following me into the storm?

When it rains he misses me

Your hands reach for my throat 

Holding on  dearly

 I know our memories are threaded through your sheets could you remember for me?

I’ll promise not to tell anyone,  to tell my friends with a wide smile and gloat

Flowers used to spring through my thorns but I'm now trapped under concrete unable to scream

Do you miss me or was I just a boost to your self-esteem?

My god, I miss you 

When you spit poison at me it felt like a kiss

It seems I’ve replaced God with the only man that's ever really mattered 

Would you redefine the world for me even after I was shattered?

When it rains he hits me

Water whips the window and the frames cower in fear.

Time twists like a knife as those grey skies turn to red tears. 

Our string begins to thread through my skin and grasp onto my neck. 

Moments bleed into my hands and dance onto the deck.

 I used to think I could dream enough to escape your song

So long to dreams that have rotted to agony  

Lie with me

The monster in my closet grins brightly beckoning me to come.

What is the distinction between good ones and bad ones? and if I can't tell, are there any differences? Have I grown numb?

When it rains I am a temptress, “Rest with me”

Your gaze was enough to hold me down. 

Thick blood coats my tongue with words that’ll never find rest

Can you read my mind it's a ghost town

I take a deep breath and my whispers pitter-patter against your chest

I know I’m not your only but I hope to be the best

My laughs will turn to hysterical cries but I won't beg for mercy. 

My eyes are filled with tears and you’ve turned blurry

When it rains all I can do is cry 

I can’t see myself without seeing you in the mirror 

You’ve washed away everything I am for everything you are 

Do I appear clearer?

Fingers creep along arched backs begging for slowed time

Rough hands grab against my back  I

 could only hope to be a stepping stone in your pathway, not the dirt

After your seeds have been planted will you sit under my branches and say a thank you for my hurt?  

I am nothing without you and I wish to be someone to somebody that is 

But 

How long did you think you’d be softened by my silence?