Raindrops on my Window

There's something about raindrops hitting my window in the morning

They crash into the glass pane and send echos through my room

Each drop pushing me deeper into my mattress

I'm still haunted by the smell of your hair

The grace of your footsteps

They hold me down with a vindictive drive

I close my eyes and I'm not plagued with darkness

But I'm chasing the entrancing scent that you left behind

I'm tracing the footsteps you left in the soil

I can feel the seeds you planted in me growing

They drink from the well of my watered down happiness

The vines wrap tightly around my heart

Squeezing harder every time we lock eyes

Every time we embrace

You're creating a masochist in me

Because I wouldn't have it any other way