It's raining. It's night.
Isn't that such an inane way to describe it?
It's raining, it's cold
your fist in my hair
pulling me back
Your other one
spliting my lip
I tear myself free
and cause damage on your own lips
I can taste blood, like coins must taste
Also salt, from your tears
Your sorrow cuts me deeper
much deeper
than the nails that are digging into my face
You want to be free
to be able to run away
To hurt yourself

I can't let that happen
of course
Because I love you

I take your wails
your cries for mercy to an unattentive God
swallow them and make their rhythm the rhythms of my heart
my heart that aches
that makes noise itself
Your pain is so real
acres of emotion
filling me
draining you
Your pain taste like ashes

Your pounding fists
hard words
and hateful eyes
are challenging me
daring me to hit back
Your pain-causing kisses are futile attempts to relieve your grief
pouring it over me
But that physical discomfort most feel like butterfly-wings compared to'¦

I hold no anger
keep no contempt to what you're feeling
how you're acting
I just carry love

You are drained of all power
can't even hold back tears

I will hold you, carry you
until you can walk on your own again

It's raining in the dark

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