stuffy nose & all

[_intergalactic_]

8.30.11

never trust the weather,
it’s why i’ll never send this letter.

I’m over hearing you say,
“don’t push me away”
when that’s all that you do
yet here i stand
yellow raincoat & paint brush in hand

enough.
you drench my clear canvas
with your daily drought
dropping drifting destroying
droning out my masterpiece

because your lack of rain
distracts my ability to clearly see
what I mean to me
because your drought
clouds my focus

soon i will no longer be
outside with my barometer
because i’m glued to it-
the weather channel
waiting for developments because
i can’t follow your weather patterns

this high pressure system
has help me to experience, to live-
but you’ve failed to check the advisory
of most important forecast
that my emotions run deep

& I pay too close of attention
to be tossed to the
side when your tidal
wave mood swings are
changing the predictions
calling for
silence
and hang-ups

distracting my naive conscience
from its purposeful duty of
painting my soul
because you’re too selfish
to see
how much i love you.