As the storm worsens, the water pours harder. You're standing still, letting the water slam down harder. The reason you're in this position is because you should've thought smarter. You control the anger you hold inside, you don't become the martyr they think you are. You were never that and never wanted to be, for starters.
The tears rushed down your drowned eyes, in the storm, it's easier to hide your sadness.
The only thing that separates the drops from your eyes and the drops from the skies is the salt... like the salt on your shoulder because you were played again.
Not like a relationship "played", no. "Played" like you trusted the wrong person, oh. You thought they would stay, they chose to go.
What separates the tears from you and the tears from Mother Nature is the salty taste. Because salty is what you felt when they didn't understand you like you told yourself they would. Salty like what you're feeling because they left because they could.
Now you're all alone in this hurricane, all alone in the rain. Hiding your tears because all people are gonna do is come into your life, wreck it, then leave it again.
(1/25/21)
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