What do you love?

What do you love?

i love to see the rainbow, 

after the storm has passed,

i love, 

to feel the numbing rain,

hit my scorching hot skin, 

after the heat subsides, 

i love to feel the warmth of the sun, 

brush upon my face,

i look like i feel nothing but bliss,

although, 

looks can be deceiving. 

but,

they don’t know what i love.

they think i love the storm,

continuously ignoring the blinding beautiful

arc of colours,

from blood red to blood blue.

They think i feel blue,

when i watch the pouring rain,

wet my skin,

they think i feel nothing, 

once the warmth of sun touches my skin, 

they think i feel ice,

they think i feel,

numb.

nothing but numb.

looks can be deceiving. 

i’m a bird of paradise,

nobody knows,

they just assume

they assume i’m beautiful on the outside,

not bothering to question what’s happening on the inside.

Am i feeling bliss? 

Or am i feeling numb?

Nobody knows,

they just assume.

looks can be deceiving.