I play that night over in my head.
The way you packed your things,
While she was in her lacy black underwear and loosely-fitted bra
Sitting quietly on the bed.
You were in the bathroom screaming things
leaving her alone to cry.
You may not have ended things
but that night without a doubt,
You weighed the heaviness of the rain with the lightness of our cloud,
And without uttering any words,
said goodbye.
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The Truth Embarks a New Beginning
PoetryWhen you feel like there's no way out, life laughs and toys with your pain. But, when pain is built on top of pain, the doors of mockery close, and you can walk out into the world, with a newfound understanding and acceptance of what shit you have o...
