The Illusion

Couldn't find a way out

From this illusion,

Of happiness I created 

With the mere presence of 

A being, who

Didn't go by my name. 

Who wasn't me, 

Didn't like their coffee

Like I did, not me. You. 

You made yourself 

Scarce, leaving me

Stuck

In a spiral

Waiting to be 

Able to 

Make this choice, 

To be or not to be

An emotional mess

A chaotic spirit

An insecure soul 

To be or not to be

Someone 

Who would seek help

To repair the damage 

They caused

Within themselves. 

Midst the chaos, 

It started raining

And I stood there

Waiting, 

Waiting for answers

For the plastic sheet

That I wanted you 

To hold over my head

So that I could be 

Saved

From the clouds

That I purposely condensed

Out of my tears

And yet, you ran away

To seek shelter 

From the thunder

From the rain, the tears

I looked up, 

I felt them falling

On my face

They didn't hurt enough 

To break me, 

To take me

Away from myself 

So, I smiled, 

I embraced

Every little droplet

That tore itself out

Of those clouds

So it reaches back

To where it always belonged, 

My eyes.

And you, you were 

A part of my pain, 

Pushing me to the edge

From where I fell, nonetheless 

But my feet never hit the ground

I sprouted wings

And I flew.

Little did you know

That this pain

Was merely 

A colorful rainbow

Right after the rain.