there was humiliation,
that whirled violently within me,
as you filmed and recorded
all of the smiles
all of the memories that i wasn't a part of.
i lost my dignity,
so easily i didn't need the rain at all.
and maybe i should thank you for that,
for bringing no storm to destroy every last bit of my sanity.
i was thankful.
but it was then i knew.
that you were the storm yourself,
you were the storm that snaked through my open heart
and left grenades exploding on your way out.
maybe i shouldn't thank you after all,
for you destroyed me in the end.
