Let it rain

It stifles me, this petrichor
the claustrophobia overpowering,
always filling my lungs with dread
of thunderstorms looming in the dark

You loved it, this petrichor
The smell of first rain, after all that dust,
The love of dust settling, after all that sweat
why is it so perfect? you'd always ask

I met you first in that first rain,
your presence so intoxicating, you took away all fear,
Your laughter always so contagious, I started loving it too
the feel of droplets running down your beaming face

A whirlwind, that's what this year has been,
your happiness, filling my life with light
I almost hoped this drizzle would last forever,
hoped it would be you sheltering me from the storm in the end

That overpowering smell is here,
seasons always have to leave us in the end,
Children laughing in the rain, the same puddles,
and I find myself buried, there's too much pain

Its first rain again, and I stand alone in the dark,
the feeling is back as I watch them play,
Rain-drops roll down my face, mixing with tears,
A hurricane brewing within my heart

Petrichor, it reminds me of the earth, of you,
Whenever it rains where you are, do you think of me too?

Stolen hugs are all that's left

Two seconds
Sometimes three
One at hello
One at goodbye
My skin touching yours
My trembling heart next to yours
Will you ever feel these sparks explode?
Don't your fingers ever want to explore more?
Won't you ever hold me longer?
Why doesn't your essence crave for me like mine does?
Don't my unspoken words say enough?
I wonder as you pull away
What if this time was the absolute last
Will this fleeting touch be enough for my lifetime?
My life will always remain a series of almost's
What if there's a someone else next time who won't let you
No, not more than these magical three seconds
Or you will realise

Fake

I'm a fake

I'll look you in the eye and be someone else,
Tell you things I picked up along the way
Those quirky conversations you laughed at?
I've heard them before,
I've used them before

Constant validation

I'm addicted to it
Does that hashtag make it worth more likes?
Are people amused by what I say?
Oh, look he's more popular
Her clothes or lack of them get more hearts
than my sunrise photo I froze in the cold for

Prisoners of appreciation

The window on your way back home, do you even look out?
It's the same all around,
People, in traffic,
Faces lit up with the soft blue screen glow
That knowing smile, that crick in their necks.
Learning from others what they need to be cool

Anything to not succumb to loneliness

It's the newest trend,
Pickup what's good, then they say be you
How do you do that when the real you is lost,
It's one thing to lie to yourself
it's another to believe it.
Are you lying about reality like me too?