Rain
The rain falls down the window panes
I watch the cars go by.
The days drip by like years gone wrong
measured in tears I’ve cried.
I think I’m finally
comfortable in my own skin.
Now I’m just waiting
for my life to begin.
I don’t want to be
hurt anymore.
Every time I give another chance
it only ends up like before.
So I’ll just sit here in my bathrobe
listen to tires on wet pavement.
Wishing away the pain
wishing we had never met.
