In the Rain of You

A Poem

Photo by Alex Dukhanov on Unsplash

bruises never looked right on me
until they became ink blots
against my skin
and against the page

tell me
something true
or don’t tell me
anything at all

did you want someone
who’d stroke your ego
and pin themselves
to your narrative?

did you want someone
who could fund the dreams
even as someone else paid for it
in the fabric of screaming?

did you want someone
who would dance
in another person’s arms
until they came back to you?

i don’t understand it,
will never understand it,
and so i go on writing my hymns —
all the while hoping there’s something like bliss

something out there
amidst the chaos
of every second
we lie breathing and bleeding