Gorgeous Day

It is another gorgeous day,
The rain is pouring from the sky
like milk drenching soggy cereal in the morning,
and the birds have chirped all the time
waking me 5 minutes before my alarm clock.
Yup, I cannot complain about waking up alone
in on a cold sheet of ice alone
thinking about your lips touching the forehead
of the guy you said you never loved
but now you kiss him every sunset and sunrise
like clockwork, tick tock, you smell his cologne
Just another gorgeous day.
The wind sweeping across my face like tiger claws
against the underbelly of an porcupine
and every passerby I wave ducks their head
continuing without acknowledgement of my hello
so I hide my head beneath an umbrella
which has broken in two from the weather
and my mind is swept into mother nature's blueprint
to build an enclosure to cage me for life
within vines and clouds of heavens and hell
to stick thorns in my sides to remind me that well
it is another gorgeous day
where absolutely everything is wrong.