Rain

A dark, broken house. A house made of wood. Wood that leaves only a hint of moonlight among the rain. Rain that drums a rhythm. A rhythm, in sync to my heart, in sync with yours.

I do know that from your warmth that your heart is still beating.

I used to be paranoid. I almost believed what they all said - that your words are venom and your whole being is poison.

And then I realise that nobody has ever shown you what love is.

So I keep you by my side, only both of us alone in the darkness of these rundown ruins, the water that heavily falls down the open entrance being a protective barrier - me from reality, and you from the rest of the world.