i thought we would be different.

they always told me you didn’t fall in love,

but i thought i could prove them wrong

my cigarette was rendered useless as the rain poured down on me,

masking the tears that streamed down my face

they served as a bitter but apt reminder,

that i was wrong

i should’ve listened,

i should’ve realized you could only ever love yourself

as i tried to spark the light to no avail i realized that our love was as impossible as lighting a match in the rain