I just feel sad, i guess.
It's cloudy, and the tips of my fingers are cold.
Yet the air conditioner is on and everyone is out in the living room;
as i sit in my room, with a blanket, on my laptop because it's cloudy.
The clouds remind me of you because they can only handle so much before they break down.
and cry.
and scream.
and blink away their tears with lightning,
you struck me when you blinked at me.
you remind me of cloudy days.
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A Constellation of Thoughts
PoetryYou were a constellation, but you were also mine.