no rain, no flowers (poems)

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And it still pains me, kills me, destroys me,
seeing you smiling with her.
And I collapse into millions of pieces and
millions of more particles with me knowing that
you won't let go of her.
I'm turning into dust.
Kindly watch me disappear.
Butterfly wings turning into rust.
Watch me closely for I'll be united again with the atmosphere.
I'll be the sunset kissing the terrain.
And you'll just know if I still mourn every time it rains.