Rain

This season these days are full
of somber
Days when its cold like winter
and rainy like summer.

Do you get up and dance
and run down the street singing?
Or sit near the window thinking of
someone you are missing and
you just watch.

Watching.
Drip drip drip it sounds when the rain stops
and in your mind you don't see water
but blood.

Tears that fall from your wrists
how could it not be like this.
It's days like these that make you
think, does anyone love me?
Is there a point?

It will never be weather.
It will never be just frizzy hair.
It will always be tears
straight from the sky to our eyes.

Sometimes, I wish I could tell you
that I'm crying for the world but you'll
never believe these emo tears.