19 February 2012

rain



maybe it was all in my head

but you were there too.
i don't know how you got there
or who let you in.
like summer rain you came to me,
you left the same way.
hearts were never meant to be cleaved in half, hun,
given away in parts
like toys at the county fair. 
i don't want you
to want me
while you are busy tracing your lips
like early morning dew
across her forehead
while she wakes up 
next to you. 

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