This rain falling feels so good. It makes me remember you-
That time you kept on walking.
I called your name…
You just weren’t the same.
The things you said, I won’t forget.
So pressed, so whipped.
“Girl, why you even bother?”
Food for thought, so I contemplated.
Our last date was a mistake.
I told my mother, she called your father.
“Don’t go back!”
But for goodness sake,
I don’t have a choice.
This charade we play always ends the same.
I don’t care about the clothes.
Those things always change.
Your “love” keeps me going,
Even if you don’t understand what it means.