I stare blankly at the rain
trickling down the window,
envious that raindrops have so
many companions, chasing one
another until they are bonded
in a puddle on the windowsill.
I sit, comforted by the familiar
thoughts in my head telling me they
would melt into a puddle with me.
This makes me smile as my lip starts
to bleed, not realizing I’d been
picking at it for the last five minutes.
So now I’ve mentally, and physically,
Picked myself apart. Still, I can’t
Help but smile as my blood drips
To the windowsill, making a
Perfect, little puddle.

Your move raindrops…