insulted rain~with the talented Indie

 
intrepid need insults my intelligence
and I succumb to the grief it causes
inside a raging storm of feeling
angry lust insinuates love elsewhere

such a grand feeling
to be titled so
when it usually brings devastating pain
soul stitches threatening to unravel, our love on the line

hurtful knowledge, to love is to hurt
thoughts of us, keep plaguing me
memories of days in the sun
laughing, you're my best friend

Would you recognise my true face
if you could see the scathing aura of my pain?
Or would you call me modernist art
trashy and over hyped on my own ego

I'm not a fucking painting
to be ripped apart by your prying eyes
my heart doesn't need to be critiqued
and labelled a failure
because I've never tasted happiness
for more than the briefest of moments

in came the rain and hail of our days
and battering of our union
my passion grows and you get cold
I guess we've taken our turns over the years
looking back to the days I didn't see you, I regret
sigh, to turn back time
and be your friend again, so in love
so I'll hold you like there is no tomorrow and shut the world out

your happiness is a butterfly
so beautiful, always transforming in your artistry
can you also alter the course of our love?

Wrap me in canvas and turn back time
til we're a blank slate
unpainted with the gore us
in this do over
we'll make something heavenly
instead of pretending hell was holy
just because it felt so good


we've come full circle
I am grateful for our time together
blessed faith may it always remain this way
so many just give up and walk away
people don't seem to stay these days

altering with this truth
my honesty holds you tight
vulnerable in this, but worth it