Leave
Like a cloud you came but you never rained
You just started the storm
Your lightning roared and caused me pain
Then you left me alone
Like a rose with thorns, a lot of them
And you beg for my attention every time
And you make me bleed when I listen
You'll be the color of your heart when you die
Like a poison rushing in my veins
You make me sick and anxious
And only time can wash you away
So I'll wait even if I'm helpless
My last letter to you, don't lie to me
'Cause you lied a hundred times and I believed you
I erased you from my memory
I'm no longer someone you can turn to
For you I wouldn't shed a tear
You wore a mask a hundred times
You never meant a thing to me
Remember that after I die
Not even on my deathbed
Will I take back my word
Your scars turned black just like our past
And they will always hurt
So I'll be your nightmare
Like you were to me
And even if you're not next to me
I'll still ask you to leave
Lara Houssami
4-4-2020
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
