umbrella
I can feel that it's going to rain
Yet I don't reach for an umbrella
It's the calm before the storm that I really love
Yet our storm has already happened
And now it's the after affects that haunt me
It's the feeling when I rub my fingers together
The fingers that used to include your ring
It's the sight of my tan line that will never be replaced in the same way
It's the sound of your sobs in my mind at night
It's the words, the hurtful words that you called me
It's the knowing that everyone will think awful things of me
It's the numbness that seeps inside me
It's the hunger that I know I feel, yet don't want to relieve
It's the pain that I don't want to alleviate
It's the confusing whirlwind of hatred and love that is heartbreak
It's knowing that everything was my fault and that I can't change anything that's been done
It's that I was dating someone who thought such awful things about me as soon as it was over
It's constant rambling of I'm sorry over and over again
These are the things that haunt me
That's why although I can feel it is going to rain
I don't reach for my umbrella
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