I walk alone The only sound resonating is my music Slow and loud, or loud and fast It depends on the artist My eyes look towards the approaching storm The street empty. The sky fills with bright lightning and I pull my hood down I wait for the rain to come I wait for it to wash me away Wash the newly formed cuts near the crease of my elbow I want it to soak my life away To where does it go? I often wonder why I try hoping for an end An end that never comes They’ll say “what about love” What about it? Why do I care? It doesn’t care about me! Clearly, it’s a meaningless item Love Pahhh it’s stupid. I don’t want it But I do I want it so bad I want to scream and enjoy what love lies in me. But I have no real person to share it with. The rain should wash it away The rain will wash it away….