I know it’s only the weather,
But it seems like this will determine whether we will be together.
Because I love the rain
And he hates it
And I don’t know if we’ll drown or we’ll make it.
It’s unsettling to think
that a change of seasons could be the reason we sink.
But I’m not going to hide inside
I can try to keep this thing alive.
But fuck shit.
Crying at work is fun.
Whiney pseudo poetry is fun.