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it's in the way that the rain falls,



at 2:38 am



the way that the sky, bleached, contains my hearts enamored plastic coating



every part of me is in that rain



it is on the roof, beating, beating



that's how i spend my life,



i've taught myself to follow your lead



i don't know what i am anymore,



but the rain that weeps, pours for no one else



i identify with that



i want to be your home



i want to shelter you from my own storm



stillness speaks



that friday when the world stopped spinning



when the girl stopped listening



when the nemeses was my old helpless friend



when the stranger asked me to dance



when i lost well-deserved interest in importance



when the dogs owner became jealous



when i didn't hear him speaking



so what do i do when you re-pay your re-paying, and you still don't trust my vacuous harm



i will cry rose petals, and sleep on my emotions like shattered pearls



cinderella cut her foot on the glass slipper, the stillness speaks



the blood runs, the way i never could



and i am trapped in this bottle, only to hear



the way the rain falls