Mistaken Midnight Poetry

I held the umbrella until realised that you were a storm;

one gust of you could make my heart torn.

Days had passed without any rain,

had no worries, but only vain.

So, I started to make my feelings drown,

with the sweat, tried to wash the memories,

as if I knew the sun would be eternal,

even in the winter to come.

But though came a rain,

certainly only a drop,

a drop reminding all the rains past,

all the glimpses of you coming back,

a drop to realise the ocean I lost,

the ocean that I lost,

ocean of the memories of you.

First time,

I drowned in you,

it was just your eyes that pulled me,

then soon, all of you did the same.

I learnt swimming out of it,

but still, just a drop of rain reminds me of you.

I wish,

that the sun was harsh enough,

to make me forget you.

I wish,

another ocean I knew,

pulled me in like you.

But I learnt to swim in them,

not in you.

I should stop writing poetry when I am sad, it comes out to be miserable