calm before the storm

showers in april, flowers in may

either way all i see is grey

not much time gone by but I still hear your laughter

i still sit in all the places we’d gather

i expected our relationship to blossom, i wanted it to bloom

though every time i open my mouth it is existential doom

my actions repeat over and over like phases of the moon

i never change, i never bloom

my thoughts spiral and i feel alone

not once have my actions left me blown

in the end i always feel guilt about what i said

i always reply over and over in my head

april is cold, april is wet

the flowers haven’t bloomed, not just yet

may brings them, the weather is warm

i feel a little happier, the calm before the storm