Tuesday, March 26, 2013

her own rain

she's happiest
when she's
unhappy.
when she has
a broken
nail or a
stubbed toe.
it gives her
a reason
to keep
believing that
when it rains,
it rains on
her alone.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

interesting.
still tryig to take it apart and put it back together again.
perhaps pain is all she knows. like a big comfy chair that engulfs her, preventing her from climbing out into the world for a breath of fresh air...and a laugh. a good, long hearty giggle after hours of healthy,
uncensored passionate sex followed with quasi-intelligent conversation over chocolate cake and milk.
The rain is the least of her worries.