Inapt

The wet clothes cling to my skin

The hair a mane fanned on the sidewalk

Understanding now that I can’t always win

Realizing now that I can’t always talk

The warm droplets falling from my cheeks

Find the cold ones falling from the sky

If it is my arms he desires and seeks

How come my oasis meets him dry?

Floating in a puddle of rain and mud

Drowning in doubts and self disgust

The pains from failure come and flood

Every vein with a violent thrust

Carefully I raise up from the dead

Let the storm wash away the guilt

Maybe it’s better to just go to bed

In hopes my fit doesn’t down what we built

Serenaded by the cries from the water outside

Fearing the tears that build up inside

You sleep and heal, my prince, my dream

I can’t relax hearing my mind scream