Clean

As tomorrow gets closer and closer,
I find myself drowning
in the harsh memories of the weekend you left me to fend for myself.
Dark black clouds swirl around in my chest;
Eating away at my already fragile
state of mind as I try to contain them with what strength I have left.
I don't want to feel like this...
Thunder strikes and I jump in a scare;
Memories that I have continued to push away in order to make you happy,
Unable to confront the past when you were here resurface like a buoy in the lake.
But you're not here now and
with this I decide to let the rain pour.
And that it does.
The heavy drops hit the ground with a smack and the wind is so
Forceful I think I might be
blown away.
The clouds roll in on themselves,
Anger and turmoil darkening them until I'm positive that they can't get any
Blacker.
But as morning comes;
I hope that the storm will have washed away every last part of you I
Still have left in me.
And once that happens;
I will finally be clean of you.
And I can't wait for that to happen because once it does,
I will finally have the peace I need and deserve