you said to me once,
“you’re lying, you can not love rainy days”
when really you were saying
YOU didn’t like rainy days
I love an occasional doom and gloom
day of grey
it is a reminder of where I came
but this is true for most
we place ourselves in another skin
insisting we are their insides
only believing what we would feel inside their
how can THAT bring sorrow?
only because for him it would not make a care
how can you not be sad?
because she would turn to salt from endless tears
but the threshold is different for each
and placing your threshold onto another
judging their threshold as inept
as if they need lessons in suffering
or a manual on happiness
how about just being WITH another
instead of placing yourself IN them?