Storm

Your words are misconstrued.

Their meanings I elude. 

Your face is transparent.

My undivided attention for you

is less frequent.

Your lips move but I can't

hear what you're saying

nor do I feel the love

you are proclaiming. 

This storm I dread

is the rain falling
inside my head.
 

My words can not describe 

the pain in my heart 

nor its' agony of being pulled apart. 

I spoke the whole thing to myself.

Then I laid it on a shelf.

I've been abused,
traumatized and confused.

I wish I could live inside a loving heart.

I thought I found it at the start.

Your words are misconstrued.

Their meanings I elude. 

Your face is transparent.

My undivided attention for you

is less apparent.

While rain is falling inside my head 

I search for clarity instead.

If I had to do it all over again 
I would choose differently

but time goes on all the same definitely.

I always try to piece myself together
as  my mind drifts further. 
Cause it’s always raining in my head.