when the rainy days get to be too much
i hope you look
and see me, us
wrapped in each other’s arms
promising our lives to each other
swirling around almost losing our grip, but
inevitably slamming into the slick pavement
together, alas
in the rainbow that follows.
when the rainy days get to be too much i look and i see you.
my existence has become of series of i don’t knows
favorite color or song? idontknow
but it’s not just the favorites anymore.
it’s the are you okay’s? the do you understand’s? the any more questions?
and it’s not just the the’s
but it’s also
what’s? why’s? how’s?
the what’s wrong with ? the why are you?
how did this happen?
idon’tknow,
but not because i don’t know but because
i don’t know if i want you to know.
what if you think it’s wrong? why would want to hear my answer? how do i even say it?
you see it’s the what’s, how’s, and why’s
they make you not know.
you know?
i don’t feel the need to look in the mirror
my mama says
they only see one thing
my mama says
im not like them
im not as good as them?
but i must be better
but how mama?
they only see one thing
and i can’t stand to look at it
