Raindrops hit the window pane like a thousand bullets.
It's almost as if there's a war going on outside,
but the only enemy you're fighting
are the restless thoughts in your head,
trapped in its embrace.
I felt like a prisoner;
never knowing that arms locked in a hug
could feel so much like the walls of a jail cell.
I'm bound to faithlessness,
to hope hanging on to the mercy of pinky promises.
I wish I could forget--
that memories could burn as easily as letters,
easily ripped to pieces like pictures,
and that trust could be easily be stitched back in me with silver linings.
I wish I could find the key
to find the clarity beyond the bars of this cell.