Love The Way, I

“I love the way” (10 June 2016) (a poem by me)

I like the way the rain feels on my skin;
the way I sigh when the gray sky gets darker and darker.

How do the little things
like hugs that feel like
blankets soft and warm
and kisses that feel like
sparks flying everywhere
feel like the darkest day?

The rain - my tears
of unfathomable loneliness,
and the little things - absent affection,
stare me down with stained glass eyes,
telling me I was never meant
to be in love, to be loved.

I love the way
the rain feels on my skin,
and I love the way
the blankets and sparks feel on my fragile body.
I love the way
I fit into my own arms,
and I love the way
I break my own heart.
I love the way
I love stuffed animals,
and I love the way
they help me sleep.

I like the way
depression makes me see what is really there,
and I love the way
I love myself in the place of someone else.

 (-LJ
10 June 2016)