Earthquake

My head it hurts, each day it's getting worse

Frank. I hate him.

No. I don't hate him. I love him. But I hate who he is right now.

I hate the Frank that wouldn't forgive me. The Frank that wouldn't talk to me. The Frank that hit me. The Frank that hasn't found me yet.

I wish he would find me. I want him to find me. To take me home. To be the Frank he used to be.

I want us to live happily ever after.

The sky had turned dark and I could feel the water droplets on my skin. Shivering against the freezing wind, I turned the corner of a building to protect myself.

Frank. I want him.

I want him to be with me. I want him to hold me. To comfort me. To hug me.

I want him to come and find me.

But I don't want the new Frank. I want the old Frank. I want my Frankie.

I miss his smile. His laugh. I missed the sparkle in his eyes. I missed the warmth of his skin against mine.

I shivered thinking about it.

The wind was so cold.

I leaned back against an old brick building and let the raindrops mix in with my tears.

Raindrops runnin' through my veins