It was during a torrential downpour
Of emotions
When the truth thrust itself into my face
That upon our sudden parting
You attempted to make a brisk recovery
By filling my empty spaces
With an endless fecund of bodies
Nowadays I pass you in bustling hallways
As a stranger
Maintaining the blithe facade
I've conjured up just to cope
With your suffocating presence
In my life
And maybe one day the flooding will stop,
The pain will be behind me
And my mask will be broken,
But for now I'll wait inside
For the storm to stop,
Patiently awaiting the suns inevitable return
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She Felt Like Home
PoesiaOriginal Poetry Collection: We don't get to choose who we love, or when we stop loving those who don't treat our hearts quite right. And sometimes, we don't get to change the fact that even if they weren't the one they still felt like home. And it's...
