looked out of my window, watery vision. droplets of water making little incisions of blurriness in my decisions. falling out of my senses, feeling defenseless could stare at these droplets racing as if they were in a marathon, childhood memories. steadily, tracing my numb digits against the unsuspecting windowpane, droplets converge briskly, like how you did when you left me. left me for her, a better woman, apparently. never said a word to me, except through the disdain in your eyes. felt the pain shoot my brain like I was supposed to cry a million nights to make you smile. felt the shame like I was meant to be ashamed, pinned blame. every time I look at the rain, I'm reminded of your foolish games.
— Melody 2/15/19
(Please read this poem in landscape if you're on a mobile device.) Thoughts are like raindrops, coming and going one at a time.