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the grass outside is dead

it hasn't been green

since you wanted to "just be friends"

(i'd like to think)

in reality

we've had no rain

to make it grow



my lips are dry

they haven't been moist

since you stopped kissing me

i think i lost my lip gloss



my poems have started to suck

i haven't written anything of value

since you stopped being my value

i can't conuter-act that one



this one will be no better

till you are gone completely

so, go...



i found my lip gloss

behind my bed



and it's going to rain tonight

i can feel it



if you're not going to leave

at least turn around

i don't want you to see me cry.