In the pouring, chilled droplets,
m drowning, standing in the porch.
blowing air fidgets with my red dress,
testing my patience every now and then.
my cheeks getting warm by my tears.
i throw my heart on the floor,
not wanting to wear it back.
i clear my grounds tonight,
rude and egoistic i get, fists tightened.
i closed eyes in disgust,
i imagine her with my everything,
again and over again.
i anchored myself on the ground this time,
determined to not let myself flow.
does it make you feel any bad?
or it's only me collecting myself again?