1. A Stormy Fit
Little did you know that when the sky's tears kiss the earth's skin, I sit beneath a lush pine.
And like a mother bird, the pine's feather-like needles cover me.
And like the cologne that once upon a time stained a borrowed sweatshirt of yours, the rain leaves behind a similar sweet aroma.
And like the days of your impatience and the sounds that escaped your gritted teeth, the cool drops busting over hearted asphalt leave behind a similar hiss.
And like the rain, my tears flood the ground and rush over everything in plain sight.
And like the storms, my fits will pass but are always expected to return.