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Weather Gal Poem
I hate the way you looked into my eyes.
I hate the way you rubbed my feet when we made love.
I hate how you smelled.
I hate that you were married.
I hate that you have children.
I hate that you held me in your arms like i was the only woman in the world.
I hate how you took me to fancy restaurants.
I hate how you opened my doors.
I hate how you watched me play the piano.
I hate how you touched me.
I hate how you kissed me.
I hate your secrets.
I hate your alter-ego.
I hate that you raped me.
I hate how you gaslight.
I hate how you told me you loved me.
I hate your wife.
I hate your status.
I hate the car you drive.
I hate how beautiful you were.
I hate your taste in music.
I hate your mind games.
I hate our connection.
I hate that you left me.
I hate myself.
I hate that we were soul mates.
I hate how I loved you.
I hate what you took from me.
I hate the world.
I hate the people in it.
I hate you reading this.
Copyright © Weather gal | Year Posted 2025
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I belong to no one.
I wasn’t made to be loved it seems.
And then there was you.
You lied.
If you were mine and I was yours,
Why did you stomp on it?
Was our love less real? Less worthy?
Were you afraid?
Did my realness slap across your face like a cold wind on a winter day?
Because I’ve never seen someone more alive.
I’ve never seen a happier man.
And now i’m just this, an empty vessel.
Your love was contractual. Something to
hide and keep locked up like a message in
a bottle.
I loved you out loud. I felt you in my spirit, you were like the sunshine in the morning.
I was happy.
It wasn’t for the control, the lies, the deceit. But for the way you rubbed my feet when we made love. The way you rubbed my nose and told me to hush when the world got too heavy.
So why can’t I stop the tears from welling up?
None of it was real. None of it was enough.
Or maybe I wasn’t enough.
Enough to protect.
Enough to honor.
Was it my skin tone? Or my curly hair? Was it that i’m not as successful? Not as perfect?
I’m haunted by your memories.
If what we had was real, why am i standing in the same spot alone. Without you my love?
Cold. Empty. Alone in a crowd of people.
Staring at water twice as beautiful but just as unforgiving.
Why me?
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He rubbed my feet while he raped me.
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I’ll go somewhere we all go.
That’s somehow also right here?
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I will rest somewhere beautiful.
I’ll be a tree, tall and strong.
My energy will return to the earth.
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I just want you to know i really believe in you, just as a human being. I really do. I’m just a random lady, but I do. When you don’t, I do. So there’s 1 atleast.
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I looked into your eyes and they were brown like honey.
I was the bee.
I looked into your eyes and they were like brown like the trunk of the tree.
I was the leaves.
I looked into your eyes and they were brown like people.
I was Moses parting the red sea.
I looked into your eyes and they were brown like a baby calf.
I was the pasture letting them roam free.
I looked into your eyes and they were brown like the dirt.
I was the forrest, the rocks and the sea.
I looked into your eyes and they were brown like you and me.
but now i know your favorite color is blue.
Thats something my eyes could never be.
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My heart is darker than the water since you left.
I feel you in the wind, our spirits live on through the people around me.
Their laughter reminds me of us.
When we were happy.
Copyright © Weather gal | Year Posted 2025
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