Black & Gold

Every time this happens, every time we fight; I come back here. I just end up sitting here by myself. Thinking about how much he pissed me off this time, about how much I love him. Why I even bother loving him. Why we fight all the time and how we always end up back to normal, whatever normal might be. Sometimes when I sit here, I wonder if we love each other or if were just attached together like a picture and its frame.

It’s funny really, how he tells me all the time that he doesn’t ever want to hurt me. He’d never hit me, but when I end up back in the garden its worse than being punched in the stomach. It’s like watching the rain fall, waiting for the sun to rise. Who knows how long it could be before the clouds pass. Sometimes their filled with thunder and vicious lighting, hitting the smallest village that no one knew existed. Other days its just rain, pouring buckets and buckets. Sometimes it’s only a couple hours before the sun creeps up through the clouds with an apology and I love you. But its days like these when I start thinking how many days do I need an umbrella over my heart. Maybe its time I ditched the umbrella and moved to a sunny place. But that’s just it. I’ve lived here for too long to move. I wouldn’t know where to go. Plus at this point I definitely don’t have the cash for a ticket.

I guess I’ll put down my umbrella, and dance in the rain until it goes away, because even when it’s raining; I’m still in love because every drop is pure sweet emotion.