“Rain over me. I’ll still set like the sun for you.”

If love is rain ours is always pouring.

Everyone chases fairytales and magic until love becomes an illusion.

I dream about the body I wish I had and all the ways I could be touched in it.

If this love is going to break me, at least make my suffering sweet. I want to know what you taste like in sweltering summer heat.

If there’s still hope for the hopeless, there must be hope for us.

I imagine myself cold as ice falling into your open arms. Everyone says it’s beautiful where I am but I’d rather be where you are.

I write poetry in my sleep because you only visit me in my dreams.

Play me a symphony of love with your tongue. It doesn’t have to be romantic.

I watch in silence as day turns to dusk as our love turns to dust.

Desperate for answers, I go searching in the stars. I ask them: on a scale of one to catastrophe, how beautiful would they say we are?

I used every color on my palette to bring you back to life. Now you paint the most beautiful rainbows in someone else’s skies.

Your lips land on mine like a delicate prayer but I can still taste my mistakes years later.

I am still learning to love all the parts of me you kept hidden.

Static heart. Work of heart. Purify me with a dirty tongue.

Understand my soul – it’s the only love language I care for you to know.

I set sail eagerly and hungrily on the sea of love, to which there is no end in sight – only bright beginnings.

I’m holding onto you, like a cloud holds rain. Knowing at some point I must let go. But waiting for the perfect storm, that will make it so much easier.

Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.

She has nature running through her veins, which sometimes bites like cactus, other times calms like sounds of rain.

You’re like that fiery sunset that no one expects after a rainy day. It always makes your day brighter.

Life really falls like gentle rain in june instead it tries to drown us by a sudden monsoon.

We cannot make it rain but we can see to it that the rain falls on prepared soil.

I love rain. It’s lucky, I always think.

She brought the kind of light that was similar to the sun right after it rains.