Untitled Storm

maybe the curse is the rain,
perhaps the sunshine, that seems like it will never end, or come again, and then it does both, and
everything, falls to gray, and broken clouds, again,
I hold your hand, I scream, I end,
I snap back to where I begin,
I apologize, and look into your eyes,
begin to say, not again,
and it hurts, but i'm telling the truth that it hurts,
that I'm sorry, that I won't do it
again,
but goddamn, it rises like the moon,
and when I'm ready, it's always too soon,
and when I'm late, it's fate,
and when I cry, it's to say goodbye,
again, and again, and again,
this cycle will never end,
but it will always begin,
but I will beg,
and beg, and beg,
but it will never end