Sail away with me honey.

We could sail away on a paper boat. We could sail away and know that no one would come searching for our broken souls. If we sailed away on a paper boat while the rain shattered down on their windows, they wouldn’t hear us. they wouldn’t hear our hurried feet down those wooden stairs.They wouldn’t hear your quick paced breaths as you raced along my footsteps.

They wouldn’t hear my heart thudding against my ribs. They wouldn’t hear the sound of  our paper boat setting sail. They wouldn’t hear cause they’re too broken to notice. They’re too disjointed and complicated. Too muddled up in their own little bubble. Too perfect. We’ll visit your mom for a minute and bid goodbye to mine. They wont worry, they wont fret cause we’ll be sailing on our paper boat and we’ll be wet. Sail away with me. We’ll make our very own paper boat and sail away.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

Blame it on the rain.

I woke up this morning, waiting for something to happen, yet it never did. I was groggy and wondered if the sound I heard last night wasn’t a dream. That the sound of rain hitting against my window wasn’t just a dream. It started to register. I could smell it through my closed windows. The smell of wet earth. Of the damp air. I could feel the smile creeping up my bones. I could feel my lips curve at the ends. It had rained. not just drizzle. but it had poured heavily. It’s amazing what rain can do to me. It’s amazing how light and free rain makes me feel. How I know nothing can ruin my day, as long as it’s raining.

I don’t need bright blue skies and sunny days. I’m not that girl.

I want rainy, gloomy, cold, windy days. I’m THAT girl.

I woke up this morning, hoping tomorrow will start out the same. Hoping that smile will stay on my lips.

 

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

Paper boats

I watched it float along the muddy stream that had just formed outside my gate. I watched it rotate in a circle. I watched as the structure became weaker with every drop that seeped through the paper. It didn’t break. It just faltered. Like me, It didn’t break. I watched it slowly move down the little stream as the cold drops of rain touched my head and soaked my bones. It felt good. I felt alive. and revived. The same feeling you gave me when you kissed me. Just as the rain quenched my thirst and drenched my lips, I remembered your lips. Your kiss.

I didn’t write this for you. No. I’m being selfish. I wrote this for me. Just me.

I’m content. I have you around my fingers. And I’m finally alive.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

Don’t let the sunlight back in.

Say it all over again. Whisper it this time. Hold me close to your face, so your breath can warm my neck during this chilly weather. Whisper it. softly and smoothly, almost as if your voice was silk.let it flow from your lips and touch my ears. Let it run through my veins.
say it all over again. Dont tell anyone our secrets. Dont tell anyone our desires. Dont tell anyone what we have. Or who we are. Just whisper it to me. So that I’ll know. I’ll know what it is that you want the most. I’ll know what it is you need the most. It’s getting colder outside. Colder and darker. It’s what I love. But you knew that already. You’d make it rain, just for me. So, just whisper it to me. Tell me softly that you want me the most.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow