A Raindrop on Repeat

Satin sheets cling to my sweaty skin. They would tell a tale of sin, but today it’s no such thing. My bed an empty vessel of vast memories of the past. I reach out to empty space, it’s nice but also sad. Melancholy manic thoughts wash over me, after scenes of gratuitousness play out. Looking at past failures and success I wonder what life is all about. My thoughts so loud they echo in this vast empty house. I long to hold one close, yet push away like a body builder lifting plates. I long and crave to have, yet spend and give my money away on frivolous amenities and vices each day. Then, I look and ask why neither love nor money choose to stay. I’ve had both and gave them all away.

Now at night I sit and pray. I’ve been in this cycle for longer than I can say. A raindrop on repeat, tasting clouds so sweet, then I fall back down upon dirty concrete. Fade and evaporate away, only to come back another day. Like torn satin sheets fingernails digging too deep, I’m left frayed. The scars of lovers past won’t go away, and like a horror book I’m too afraid to turn the page, and when I try I only lose my place, and start back at the beginning of the race.