"Oh, how I love the rain,"* she mutters to herself, feeling the rain trickle from her face down to her feet.

Most people loves the sun,
she prefers the clouds.

She loves the rain,
for it keeps her sane.

It keeps her safe,
and serves as her escape.

after tonight
i will watch you slip from my fingers and into the path that you choose
you will not be mine nor will you know that i have been holding you by my fingers all this time
i will watch you go into someone else's arms yet i will be content that you will find the person that will hold you by the tips of their fingers and hands
i will continue to treasure your smile, because let's face it, it's what i'm good at
it's been 4 years and each time i close my eyes, i see the sun shining, peaking through a cloud, like the corners of your lips that gently forms into that smile
and to the next 4 years to come, whether i will close my eyes and wake up to you by my bed side, or to an empty sheet of paper, a cold side of the pillow, a half finished cigarette, or to the smile i have treasured
you will always be the first person that i have loved ever
and i don't care if you have to wake up to someone else's arms wrapped around you
just remember that i will always be here, waiting, maybe even forever

n.j.

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Goodbyes never hurt me
It's always the memories that follow
To live in such a cruel reality
A world so insensitive and shallow

A goodbye is just a moment
But the memories are stuck on replay
To think we deserve such torment
We remember each and every day

A goodbye will not hurt you
But the memories will shatter your being
Break your heart into pieces
Your life may even lose meaning

Goodbyes do not hurt you
They are only the beginning
A life that was once so simple
Turned into a life so unforgiving

It’s the best intentioned lie
that anyone will ever tell.
It’s a lie broken hearts
know only too well.
It’s the guy who is nice
but just not good enough,
or the girl who you like
but just won’t ever love.
Friend is never fair
when that’s all there can be.
Friend is the one
that your heart never sees.
It’s the word that is said
when your hearts on the mend
or the lie that is whispered
when the fairy tale ends.