You dream of someplace
where the men have better
reasons for calling and you
no longer feel so alone.

Where the sun shines
without the inevitability
of the rain, where the skies
aren't blackened by the
smoke of his cigarettes.

You'll exhale the fresh air,
and you won't remember
the colour of his eyes or the
scar above his left brow.

You'll forget how he
smirked when you said
that you loved him.

You're moving on, the
past will no longer suffocate
you with the fragrance of
its cheap perfume, you'll
learn to count the days rather
than to tick them off.

One day you'll step
forward without looking
back and you'll realize
you are infinite and he is
just a glitch in time.

you could see the pain in her brown eyes
pleading for any type of love from you
but you only see what you wish to see
even when it's storming, you see the sky as baby blue
broken down and degraded she weeps
and it is for the world she weeps not for her pain
who else weeps for the lonely and forgotten?
who else rejoices in the sound of the rain

If my life were a movie
You would cry too