I fall into the storm
The weight of a raindrop changes
No resistance from the skies.
Tonight one falls, soaked in hell,
Straight from my conscious mind.
It splatters where it lands,
Where my breaking body bends.
Blood and stinging tears
Trace the gutter’s bitter end.
Your eyes are watching mine
And they’re caving in.
All of me slopes sideways,
Condemned to puddles again.
And I fall into the storm,
Shaking like a coward.
Guilty of the sin that moves me~
I let it pull me harder.
The car door opens;
The station sings my shame…
And I pray the storm won’t still be here
When morning calls my name.
Tires drum through silence,
The red lights blur and smear.
Your hair’s the perfect mess~
My face hides from the mirror.
The rain interrogates the window,
But I won’t let it in.
You’re talking in your calm voice~
And I twist every word again.
You read me like a novel,
Pages ripped and raw.
You see me, you could kill me~
And still, you choose it all.
So I fall into the storm,
Shaking like a coward.
Guilty of the sin that moves me~
I let it pull me harder.
Cruise control is on…
And I can’t retrace these miles.
I just pray the storm dissolves
Before I lose my fight.
Even locked away,
I’m still not safe~
My thoughts, they leak and flood the space.
And every flashing streetlamp
Holds some version of my shame…
But your hand stays steady
Even when I say your name.
So I fall into the storm,
A prayer clenched in my throat.
The guilt, the grip, the cruise control
Still driving through the smoke.
You could break me… you could leave me…
You could love me, still.
But I just pray the storm lets go~
And morning finds me still.
~Jessi