Rainy days and hazy gazes

the rain makes of a heavy storm outside,

it invites your presence,

and I greedily search for your warmth.

it's like my way of life,

to find home in the arms of anyone by mine.

how deep it hurts,

the haze in your eyes.

you look far in the distance,

to meet contact with a pair that aren't mine.

was the rain always this loud?

I need it to drown out the sound.

Your laughter combined with hers,

it makes my head heart.

Was the rain outside?

or was it never real?

made to help my pain subside,

and mask the high-pitched shattering of my shriveled up heart.