"A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning." ~ James Dickey
I'm in love with him.
He's in love with her.
She's in love with someone else.
And we can't save each other,
until we learn to save ourselves.
They say lightning doesn't strike
the same place twice.
So, why do I keep getting hit?
with the same old problems,
the same old bullshit?
Every one of us
go after the ones who will hurt us.
Every one of us,
go after those no good for us.
And how do we expect to save them,
when we are the ones who need saving?
Holding on to memories
that are slowly fading.
But the scars, they still remain,
through the suffering, the pain.
There will be a tomorrow,
but there was still a yesterday.
I look back now
and think how much better things would be,
if I had done things differently.
Have I paid for my mistakes,
or am I still paying?
Because the more I try to save you,
the more I need saving.
You can't cover me up and cut me out.
You can't just throw me away.
Every storm needs its thunder.
Every lightning needs its rain.
So rain down on me,
and wash away the pain.
Wash away the memories,
driving me insane.
I couldn't tell you why things are this way.
I couldn't tell you why,
why everything we ever wanted,
turns out to be a lie.
And no matter what anyone does or say,
it wont change my mind.
I just hope that I can change yours,
show you some sense of life,
instead of this road of destruction,
lonliness and a steel knife.
It attracts the lightning, you know?
and there's a storm coming tonight.
© 2010 Nikki Wicked