Standing in the Rain

Standing in the Rain 

Standing in the rain, letting it wash over me, partly wishing it could wash away all the memories of you. 

Wondering if it washed away the memories, would the pain go away with it. 

Standing in the rain, feeling the drops hit my skin, feeling the cool dampness mix with my warm tears; that stream from my eyes too. 

Hating myself for loving so hard and so completely, giving you the power to wreck me with you fear of love bullshit! 

 

Standing in the rain wishing it could wash away the pain and misery of missing you. 

Not completely knowing exactly what to do now that you have gone again, not knowing if you even miss me. 

Standing in the rain, feeling lost and alone, partially hoping you will come back, but also fearful of what agony that would put me through. 

The cuts you already left, still deep and bleeding, there was no warning of how painful loving you would be.  

 

Standing in the rain, not knowing what I did wrong or why loving me is such a bad fate. 

Somehow wishing the rain could wash away the pain of feeling like being loves by me is a sentence worse than death. 

Standing in the rain, feeling my doubts and fears run amuck; unable to stop them, even when on a date. 

The thoughts just keep circling around and around inside my head; stuck in a vicious cycle, like someone hooked on meth! 

 

-Angela Stull