Rainy Days

I wrote a poem the other day and it kind of went two different ways. I couldn’t decide which one I liked better so I decided to post both versions and let you all decide! Make sure you check out the poll after reading them.

My thoughts are gray, grayer than a rainy day. Betrayed by how you let him whisk you away. You could have stayed and rekindled the flame of the love we used to make. Remember the days we would lay awake, staring in each other face? Baring our souls and sharing our goals, Before the glaring and swearing took hold? It’s cold how you left me all alone. Your bold smile in your denial when I put you on trial. Like a child, you lied and fake cried to go that extra mile. Meanwhile, you had him on the side, inside your mind, turning your thoughts primal. You digging his style, making you feel free and wild. Maybe even entitled to a love that wasn’t idle. So you left, accusing me of false indiscretions. Questions of female friends I was textin’. Using your past as a weapon. Stressing over catching your cheating exes. So you built a new connection, committing secret transgressions. Stemming from aggressions you built from my fake infidelity sessions. I get the message. He bought you dresses and showed you affection. Relaxed your mind and treated you right. So you left without the slightest feeling of contrite. We could have traced our love line to the original place. Race back to the beginning and erase all the pain. Gain all the things that you just threw away. But I guess you felt staying with me was insane. So now all my thoughts are grayer than a rainy day.

My thoughts are gray, grayer than a rainy day. Betrayed by how you let him whisk you away. You could have stayed and rekindled the flame of the love we used to make. Remember the days we would lay awake, staring in each other face? Baring our souls and sharing our goals, Before the glaring and swearing took hold? It’s cold how you left me all alone. Your bold smile in your denial when I put you on trial. Like a child, you lied and fake cried to go that extra mile. Meanwhile, you had him on the side, inside your mind, turning your thoughts primal. You digging his style, making you feel free and wild. Maybe even entitled to a love that wasn’t idle. You left, then blamed it on my indiscretions. Questions about girls I was textin’. Using my past as a weapon. I guess then, you learned your lesson. Tired of stressin’ over me cheating with my exes. So ya’ll built a connection and committed secret transgressions. Stemming from aggressions because of my infidelity sessions. I get the message. He massaged your mind and you realized your worth. He treated you right and washed away the hurt. I treated you like dirt, so you left in a haste. But we could have traced our love line to the original place. Race back to the beginning and erase all the pain. Gain all the things that I threw away. But I guess it’s all etched in you brain. And you felt staying with me was insane. That is why my thoughts are gray.

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