Love

love

to a tortured soul

is like the

rain.

you spend your whole life

covering up

running out of the way

to ensure you never feel

a drop

until the day comes

you leave your coat behind

and step out into the grey

so the rain might finally reach you...

let the water hit you

let the drops caress your face

gaze up into the vast unknown

let it soak through to your bones

in that moment you realize

you've never felt anything

so pure, so necessary

ever before

and you'll wonder why

you spent your whole life running

from the thing you needed more.