I remember that night,

we went for a walk,

after dinner,

where we finally weren't awkward,

where it felt                 real-

The rain reminds me of you,

the way it pours down hard and fast,

then slowly becomes lighter,

and lighter,

until you're gone,

leaving me with the puddles to keep me company.

You picked me because I was             "perfect"-

you took me from my comfort spot,

my           home-

to put me on display for others to judge,