Glow

In the rain I am washed free
from wounds of inexperience.

My mouth has beautiful lies forming
on my lips, but I wonder if I have
become more of an adult with each
one I form.

As I grew up, I adjusted to pain,
but that doesn't mean that it
no longer hurts..

If I continue on this way, will it all
begin to vanish in this crimson rain as well?

Will I eventually be reborn, able to glow again?

The more the rain falls, the more I cry as your
figure vanishes in the distance.

I wished for it all to go away, so why
do I shed tears when it finally does?

Do I mourn the loss of a comforting pain,
or just the loss of you?

I hope this, too, will vanish with you.

May I be washed clean so that, like you,
I can glow.