I wanted your true heart

With the gentle waft of wind to boot, subtle raindrops fluttered down exposed spots of my skin similar to a curious butterfly with nonexistent attachment. It hovered down my flushed cheeks, cascading with a ticklish touch. Like gemstones they rolled in shiny and delicate beads; where one was never the same from the last, each had a unique shape and cut. 

Was it the oddly placed sunshine that fought cloudburst or the warm drizzle discretely staining my cheeks; I couldn't help but wonder between quiet inhales, which was blinding my eyes tight? Each breathe that carried down my throat meant an aching throat and clamped chest, they hit me like a paining obsession that thrived off my existence. 

You once told me that you weren't afraid of the storm, because underneath it's gray skies was a chance for hidden release which no one could ever suspect; unless they stood right besides your face. The puddled earth became your bedroom of comfort as you could walk through it's streets and inhale scents mingled of enlivened trees and water down cobble. No one would notice. Tears didn't have to spill from your heart in order to bring you ease, because heaven's tears were enough.

I wonder, how much times have you hid your tears and suppressed your cries for help from me? 

I felt silly as my colorful umbrella which seemed more pastel than it really was, due to sunlight, begun to tip off my shoulder, as my fingers made it's way to shield the prickly feeling of the rain- as I prayed to no one in particular, for my heart to reach yours. I felt silly as a sudden puff of wind ruffled through my hair the way your cold fingers would, and I told the quiet of my mind that no one could match up to that soothing sensation you brought. I felt silly as warmth rolled down my cheeks because it was no longer from nature's arrangement of a tingling shower. I felt silly because I begun crying in the rain.

A sliver of sunshine that crawled it's way through my lashes had me hopeful of a time where you would be more kind to yourself- more loving, and more carefree. Like the warm droplets that rained down without any feeling of regret- without any certainty of a safe landing, I hoped someday you'll trust me with your true self; the one which was raw- exposed, and fragile. How silly do you think I felt, when I told myself that I wanted your true heart? 

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