Paper and rain

There had been times when I felt like I was paper
And she was rain
There I was just soaking up as much of her as I can
never noticing how I was ripped into pieces

I loved the way she filled my senses
It might have been drowning but I called it catching a different air
so easy to confuse poison and perfume
I loved the scent of a rose filled with toxic thorns
How tempting it is to pick it up

I saw her even at night when my eyes were already closed
I called dreaming what was probably haunting
I let her slip through my walls and leave her presence
Let her spirit move with mine in a dance that was always a little bit one sided
I gave her my hand to hold and she gave me her wrist
and the dance looked more like tugging
I didn’t realize that she was always taking and I was always giving

I was paper and she was rain
and loving her only washed always the lines of my identity
and left me in one soggy mess

I’d rather love a girl that is fire
and be the reason she burns brighter
My bones are so cold now
I have spent too long in her presence



Brothers that I see no more
I’m sorry that time and space has made our galaxies different
I’m sorry things are this way
I could have tried harder
Now we have grown into different shades of blue and green
but the colors still mix together
You are still my brothers and there are still things only you know about
I don’t worry too much because our universe is still the same
and our orbits will always find ways to cross
I will see you again beyond the sun

Brothers, the songs we used to sing still play in my mind
these days I can’t help but remember the way we sung to the tune of life’s adventures, to its successes and failures
The chairs and tables we hung around are empty now
but not forever
The beer left on the table is not unfinished but simply waiting to be refilled
and my throat simply waits to sing our songs once more
Brothers, I will see you again
this, I am sure of