Sometimes I just steal lines from people, and well, parts of this poem are stolen (thanks!) actually, I've always been told good writers borrow everything, therefore. . .I'm justified. . .I think :)
Last night I thought of you, and it rained.
The stars shook their fist at me,
leaning out the window of the heavens
so I would be sure to see.
Smelling like you, rain dances on my face,
weaving fingers in my hair.
I'm alone, teardrops squeezing through saturated clothes,
molding to my body.
I want you to infect me with your decay again.
As the rain fell, the lakes drained themselves into streams heading south.
Rivers moving in every direction,
following the twisted paths my thoughts create.
Night breaks around me,
shattering glass on slippery pavement
I shake my broken fist against the stars,
as they try to hide behind clouds.
so I'm curious, what's the theme people are seeing? I tried to make it clear, without smacking you in the face with it. . .but I want to know if it's clear enough
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