I loved him like glass loved a storm
Recklessly and senselessly and stubbornly
Raindrops and winds never cared about windows
When they fly through towns
But no one notices until they break.
People kindly ask you, "why did you even stay?" but they'll never ask the other why they inflicted pain.
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Torrential (Poetry)
Puisi𝙩𝙤𝙧·𝙧𝙚𝙣·𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 - /𝙩əˈ𝙧𝙚𝙣(𝙩)𝙎𝙃ə𝙡/ (𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣) 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 (𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧) 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚. 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰...