He watched the rain beat on the closed window.
The sound
Of the rain did
Little to soothe the
Racing thoughts, the game of iron
Fragmenting his mind, making him feel
wild.
I am not a monster.
He opened the window and listened
Eyes closed,
To the symphony,
The instant of nature
soothing his soul and
pushing him towards another,
Just as
Desperate as him.
Across town, she
spins in the rain, radiating
peace. Warm light shines from her home
Through the hurt
Through the loneliness
Joy is still
Found and she
Knows
I am not a monster.
Until the two souls who never should have met, but were destined to
Collide, trying to fix
What was already
Broken, what could
Never be, who even
The hosts of the worlds roof
Know is
Wrong, but
still their hearts
echo
I love you.
But when
Two souls
Meet, who were never meant to,
Hearts break,
only deepening the wounds, only
sending shattered shells of their souls in
shards across the universe,
not touching
but joined in astonishment as
two cuts
lie parallel in the same flesh,
Rage, hurt, forming between them
Like the suns of houses
drained every drop from the walls of their lives
leaving behind just
ghosts;
I once loved you, but now I don't know you at all.
On separate sides
Of town again, they slipped,
And fell.
He tore himself
Apart, and
Shed tears
He didn’t know he had.
Her whole body formed
one arch of a cry –
upcast to that custom, the human custom
of wrong love.
When it rained,
they could hear bits of human voice
streaming down the drainpipe.
Speaking to their suffering souls,
drowning out everything, until
They don’t know
Their own hearts.
All they
Know,
All they
Hear –
I am a monster.
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