rain song
whenever i hug him, i hold on too tight
i’m half in love like i’ve been my whole life
my hands are empty, i need to break
i would give anything to be his mistake
i could read him like scripture, i know him by heart
i like him gentle but his edges are sharp
i follow him barefoot, he shuts the door
my feet are bleeding, i walk through thorns
to me he is holy and to him i am fun
he doesn’t know me, i pretend that he does
i hunch my shoulders, i sit too close
i make him drink water, i make him call home
i get it from my mom, she tells me to shrink
it’s always my fault, i won’t let myself think
it’s the fourth of july, i’m getting drunk alone
he never thought to tell me he’ll miss me when he goes
if i were someone different would he ask me to come too?
and i am coward, i don’t want to know the truth
he kills me again when he gets on the road
there’s something hollow that settles in my soul
i take the back roads, i’ll sing myself to sleep
this summer’s been too cold to see him in my dreams
and i’ll bury this longing, put it all to rest
if only he understood, i wish he knew me best
i’ve gone off the deep end, i’m drowning in the stars
everywhere i turn, there’s strangers in his car
i take the long way, avoid streets with his name
how do i tell him i miss you when it rains?
Christina Polge is a sophomore at UNC Chapel Hill in Chapel Hill, NC, double majoring in English and Journalism. You can find her work in The Durham Voice, Pinesong published by North Carolina Poetry Society, and Voyage YA’s inaugural Deep in the Drafts anthology. When not writing, she enjoys driving through puddles, frolicking in meadows, and hosting picnics.
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