it rains at 12:12 am.
the sky is crying instead of me.
you say you don't want a repeat of what happened last time you say i'm going to fall harder for you then you ever could for me.
12:15 am and the sky cries with me.
its my companion.
these aren't drops of despair and sorrow slipping down my cheeks-
their drops of clarity cleansing my skin,
ridding you from my cells
and exterminating you from my mind.
you don't deserve my heart
and i'm so sorry to myself for taking eight months to discover that
i'm sorry for wasting my time.
i'm sorry for dismissing the good guys in my life
because i was holding the space
for you.