I’ve seen the ugly parts
of you, & I’ve cozied up
and fell asleep just fine
not with the idea of
perfection,
but with how perfect
you blossom in the rain.
Umbrellas can only protect
us from so much.
I love the sound of hard rain.
I love splashing
between the ditch of your lips,
kissing away the pain
of yesterday
no matter how dark the sky.
Ugly Parts
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