Stormy Love

by Wriath   Aug 2, 2007


Standing outside your house,
in the middle of the night,
in the middle of a storm,
in the middle of your street.
i just stand there,
willing you to look outside,
willing you to see me,
and all that i was willing to do for you..

alone in the rain,
tears start to fall.
fresh water mixes with salty tears,
and together they run down my face,
in unison..

if salt and pure can mix,
why cant we?
it's not so far-fetched,
not so silly.
we could make it work.
we could make it something beautiful,
and prove them all wrong..

but as the lightning cracks,
so do my hopes..
there was no chance for me.
never was,
never will be.

as sure as the rain on my face,
and the cold air on my skin -
I'm sure you were never going to love me..
i know,
deep in my heart,
that you were going to string me along,
until i broke.

well, at least,
thats what i think now..
thats how it feels,
as thunder above deafens
the beating of my heart..

all of a sudden:
i can feel my knees shaking,
my chest tightening,
my heart beating irregularly, and
blurring vision...

with one last breath,
before i tumble to the ground,
i manage to scream one final word:
"Sorry".

through all the madness of the storm,
i can still hear lights click on
inside your house.
then there is black...

just before i pass out completely,
i hear rushed footsteps,
and panicked whispers i know to be yours..

i urge myself to hold on,
tell my heart and my head NOT to give out...
I'm still vaguely conscious,
as i feel your hands lift my body,
close to yours..

i taste salt on my lips,
and I'm sure those tears dint belong to me..
your body shakes,
and your voice trembles...
i feel you lift my face toward the sky -
i know that you're looking down at my face..
i feel you move closer to my ear,
and hear you whisper:
"I'm sorry too, baby"

then,
your lips on my face...
"i love you,
i always have,
and i always will.."

i tried so desperately to sit up,
to open my eyes,
to kiss you back,
but my body wouldn't budge..

outside your house,
in the middle of the night,
in the middle of a storm,
in the middle of your street...

i lay in the rain,
with you holding me close,
repeating those words I'd waited so long to hear..

then with one last,
gasping, shuddering breath,
it was too late..
i died in your arms..

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  • 17 years ago

    by natalie

    OMG this poem is brilliant great wrk

  • 17 years ago

    by *Charisma*

    WOW this piece really drew me in, which is hard for free verse to do. There were so many parts that I really liked. This was one of my fav...

    if salt and pure can mix,
    why cant we?
    it's not so far-fetched,
    not so silly.

    wow!
    Great imagery and heartache...
    Charisma*+