Weathered
I was the lightning
As fierce as a bullet
My anger ran ravishingly
Across a span of millions
You were the cloud
Protector of my soul
The Calm of my anger
Keeping me from self destructing
But alas I was wrong
I was never the lightning
But the rain
You needed me
Only to build yourself.
Your Selfish desires.
Of course, as a cloud usually does
You released me
Dropped me from your heaven
To your bottom hell,
My previous reality.
As a puddle I lied,
Feeling used and abandoned
Looking to the gates of white with envy.
Until finally you fell,
As a fallen angel
Back to your own hell
Only to haunt me
Turn your hell,
My reality,
To my hell and your heaven
But one day
You will return
To the gates of white
And from there I will fall
Hard against concrete
As a puddle again
Abandoned.
Alone.
Used.
Used.
Used.
Wishing I was the Lightning
And you were the cloud
That wanted nothing
But to be my home