Amidst the storms, I'm willing to bad mouth the world with you; not minding if it will call us names and fuck us harder than we ever damned it. We'll curse everything together, louder than the thunders hammering inside my heart for I'm never enough to give you sunshine—she was your spring.
I am your temporary shelter when you're a walking holocaust and no one dared to let you in. But when the cold winds started to envelop your soul, you long for the cup of coffee she makes—it's her warmth you wished to feel. And though the rain reminded me of how broken I am, I still fell in love with every cloud's tears. Like how you brought back my fragile and shattered self—
still, I love you.
Indeed, rainbows do come because after the downpour had stopped, I lost you when I never really had you in the first place. The spring arrived to claim you and you welcomed life that it's as if you never knew how to breathe until she came.