How Cruel

how cruel

how cruel

i fuel the memories

they go for the jugular as thanks

i can't help but mourn the past

even though it haunts me

-i

untitled

the weight of my exhaustion is suffocating

-i

nostalgia

nostalgia hits me

like a punch to the chest

right in the centre

winding me

causing me to double over

it makes me vulnerable

-i

blind trust

if i were to find your hands

over my eyes

i would lean into them slightly

trusting you fully

completely

and blindly

-i

for the rain

watching the rain

watching the birds in the rain

watching the birds eat off the bird feeder in the rain

it doesn't seem to bother them

but i bet it does

cold enveloping their tiny little bodies

each drop either sliding right off

or weaving its way past each feather to the skin

it doesn't seem to bother them

but i bet it does

they're overwhelmed with responsibilities

greater than the dislike of rain

they can't avoid it

they must go out in it

it doesn't seem to bother them

but i bet it does

sitting in the rain

flying in the rain

hunting in the rain

it doesn't seem to bother them

but i bet it does

soon the rain will pass

but everything will remain wet

especially the grass

it doesn't seem to bother them

and maybe it doesn't

the worms like the rain

the birds like the worms

maybe the rain isn't all too bad

it doesn't seem to bother them

and maybe they're grateful

for the rain

- i

stinging nettles

the nettles remind me

of a self inflicted sting

thinking about it

makes my head hurt

and my ears ring

-i