When I look at the rain

A part of me hates it

But a part of me really wants to love it

Because if I cannot love

the messiest parts of the day

How can I love

The darkest parts of myself ?

-S. Trig (Ig poet.werenotlonely)

I dedicated this poem to cyberth0t because I love her poems. if you want to know which collection it was, just leave a message here. but basically, one of the reasons I started writing poetry again and fell in love with it again is because of her. it only feels right that she knows.