ceci n’est pas une

i wanted the rains to pour for me
to wash away the insecurities upon this blackened soul;
but the sun burnt bright and all i thought was
first world problems. 

i ran when i should’ve stayed and
stayed when i should’ve ran and
blamed the son for the daughter’s plight:
lesson consider learnt.

you wouldn’t ask because you knew 
more than i did
how fickle my heart was; so i tugged
result of unrequited love

but you loved me. that’s the realization
and i wanted the rains to pour to wash away
the acidity behind tears that see
truth for what it really is.

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