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The rain is incessant
It patters against the window
It brings about a new cold
As if to remind me you are not here
Do I really need to be reminded
That you are no longer here?
That you decided to leave
Our love behind?
It did not fit in
No not with your cozy little world
We were an anomaly
I was just your toy
You played me so well
I did not see the signs
Even if I did
I would have ignored them
Does it shock you?
To find out that I loved you?
That I knew your reasons for leaving
Though you had not said a word?
That is because I know you
I know what you mean before you speak
For you are a part of me
And I know myself quite well
The rain has yet to stop
Its noisy little reminder
That I am alone
In a place we once called home
The lights are dim
Do they too reflect my mood?
Or perhaps it is my life
That has grown dim with your absence?
I gave you all I was
And still it was not enough
To keep you by my side
To hold me in your arms
I do not regret what I did
I would not be your toy anymore
I only regret that we had to part
For you to truly see who I am
I miss you. That's the truth
I lie awake here in our bed
And shiver as I watch the rain drops
As if they are falling unto my skin
There is thunder and lightning now
And I had begun to think it was my heart
Rebelling against the fact
That it can no longer feel yours beat as well
Is it as you imagined it would be?
Are you satisfied now
With the life you've gained
Now that you've left me?
Did that perfect little picture
In your mind become true?
I hope it does someday
But it is very doubtful
You are too idealistic my love
There is no room to compromise
Everything must be done
According to what you say
Tread lightly though
For I will no longer be there
To catch you when you fall.
It was you who left, not I.
I must get up and get ready for the day
For the rain must end sometime
And I intend to greet it
With a smile upon my face
This bed of mine will not always be cold
This space in my heart won't always be empty
Someday someone will fill both with love
I am only sorry it could not be you