look, i can be a poetess

there are times when rainstorms feel like open hugs.
when glass feels like smooth pebbles
and i can ignore the blood on your lip.
i'm sorry about biting too hard.
it just happens.

your open palm signals to me
an ending to the dreams
that we once held.
i didn't really expect anything to turn out right.

the book told me that i did it right.
your fingers looked so pretty
ice cold
till i placed my fingers together with yours.

i like you so much better when you are with me.  
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