Lust in the rain

You called me at the worst timing,

Streetlights blurred while the sky kept crying.

Your voice felt soft, your touch felt dangerous,

Somewhere between real love and pure lust.

We stood outside while the rain kept falling,

Both pretending we didn’t hear our hearts calling.

You kissed me slow like you had nothing to lose,

And I let the storm decide what we’d choose.

Now every drop sounds like your name,

And every night burns the same.

Was it love, was it lust?

Were we fire or just dust?

Bad timing under black skies,

Two broken souls with red eyes.

Now I’m crying in the pouring rain,

Trying not to want you again.

You left me drowning in the night,

And somehow that still feels right.

Your hoodie soaked, your hands on my waist,

A perfect memory I can’t erase.

We talked forever in the parking lot,

About everything we were and were not.

Maybe if the timing changed,

We wouldn’t feel this strange.

But some people only exist

To teach your heart what pain is.

And I still replay your headlights leaving,

While the clouds opened up this evening.

Love tasted sweet on your lips that night,

But lust was the reason you said goodbye.

Was it love, was it lust?

Did we break because we rushed?

Cold rain falling on my skin,

And I’d still let you back in.

Now I’m crying where you used to stand,

Trying to wash you from my hands.

But storms always come back again…

Just like you.