I Am Not Unaware

I am not unaware of the vengeful rain,

It has corroded our hearts away,

Clouds have frequently blanketed the truth,

Thunder has forced the songs into submission,

I am no less than an offender,

All this downpour, courtesy of me.

I know no words can cleanse your memories now.

Without heart and soul from my lips have drifted, 

Incarnations of pain and disgust.

I am not unaware of how they have scarred you,

Everlasting gloom has been etched in your mind

And I, the ingenious sculptor.

Often I have tried to forgive myself 

But drowned in my sea of guilt instead,

I am not unaware of the perils that await my arrival down deep,

One breathless night after another,

Getting impaled by my own sharp thoughts.

I am not unaware that you had to go through them too.

I might appear ignorant from afar,

But I must tell you I am not

For I am not unaware that I have traversed paths that I shouldn’t have,

Walked in shoes that neither fit nor suit, 

And by doing all this, harmed you most.

But remember this,

I am not unaware of the ways to heal,

Often having used them on me,

I know there is peace when the storm subsides

And I shall bring this peace to you,

I know how to fix the sun in the skies of the ones we love,

I am aware that if I can cool down your flame of life, 

I can set myself on fire to reignite you.