My Writing

I Once Belonged to Someone.
It was.
Indescribeable.

Then I Did Not Belong to Him.
It was.

Did He Not Know How Much I Loved.
Who.
He was?

My thoughts surrounded the memories.
And I wondered, thought.
I prayed.
That I might find Someone better.
stronger.
was
Mine.

So I went to search for Someone.
Who.
was.
better. stronger. mine.

Only to find that he did not exist.
It was.
Hell.

Now I move on day by day,
I try
to keep up the pace.
And like an insane,
I keep looking.
for him.
When he does not exist.

silently screaming and crying and shouting
with
every
profoundness
of my soul.
I keep looking.
for
what was.

In the morning I will go to the mirror.
paint my face.
lips will curl a smile.
eyes will stare
sadly
at the person
looking
back
at me.
it is.

he does not want to exist.
it is.
I.
belong to no one.

Sometimes the rain comes
in a non-literal way
You thought life could not get better
and it didn't.

Now you wake up in the morning
with a frown on your face
and you wonder when it started to fall.

The turning point was then or now?
During the time of the smiling sun, or when the clouds were clenching their anger?

You were young. You believed those damn lies.

So the lies started and you barely paid attention -
like sprinkles of water, scarce and unnoticed.

But before you could even reach home -
Those clouds began to Pour down their angered tears
pounding and Pounding and POUNDING, harder and Harder and HARDER!

until you couldn't even see what was once in front of you.
You realize that there is no more home, though you desperately seek it-
because where it once was
Is where from the rain comes.