Poetry

'Tis a result of weather-mood synchronicity. Its raining outside.
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Stuck in a stalemate,
Wondering if its too late to try,
To attempt
To fix the damage.
I know your heart cries.
Swimming in harsh lies, now
My thoughts betray my image.

Those bright red flowers in the front yard
Spotted doves on my windowsill
Morning sunlight through your blinds
Mean nothing when silent tears
form at the corner of our minds.

That sinking feeling lingers
Longer, as the truth sinks in,
You aren't lying when you tell me,
I hurt you more than death can.