It's raining right now.
I can feel the familiar touch of anxiety grip at my stomach.
It churns my insides and transforms the usual butterflies into chaotic moths.
I will be okay as long as I breathe.
I read the message again.
There's lightning in the distance.
It's getting harder and harder to breathe.
There's a weight on my chest that's pressing down on my lungs.
I haven't cried yet.
Maybe I missed something in my fourth read.
I hear a loud crack of thunder.
I realize what I'm wearing.
The smell and feel of happy memories embraces me.
I violently rip the article of clothing off my body and shove it into my wardrobe.
Your message sinks in.
The storm finally starts.
I cry and sob and weep for everything that once was.
Everything that will never be.
Water floods down from two rivers that once looked at you as if you held the stars in your palms.
I tell you that I respect your decision.
It has begun to pour.
There's a pain I've never felt before.
A deep emotional pain you don't experience often.
The hurricane in my soul grows stronger with this new emotion.
Loss.
It's raining somewhere else right now.
It must've been a hard decision for you.
You said you were sorry.
You said you still loved me.
You said you wanted to take a break.
It's raining right now,
but it will end eventually."
— the sun will come out one day
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aes. poems
Poetryhi i like poems and stuff so will update when i cant sleep (which is Very frequently) NONE OF THESE ARE MINE UNLESS MENTIONED. ALL THE CREDIT GOES TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS. T R I G G E R W A R N I N G self harm, depression, mental illnesses, etc.
