grey

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today, we are grey 
hazy, blurring into nothingness
today, you will disintegrate 
if i lay a finger upon you--
fragile, the world screams, handle with care
today, you sound like the pattering of the rain 
and i am merely a whimper, a groan, an exhausted sigh
today, we are grey 
and you taste like nothing 
but water droplets on my lips--
and i don't want the cloudy sky, 
i detest everything it stands for-
but i'm drowning in the grey.
i whisper in your ear
that the rain will fall today, 
and i will let it 
for, today, my love, 
we are grey. 

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