This is the part that hurts

This is the part that hurts

the part where I dont talk again

this is the part where I completely vanish

and where words once said are banished

this is the place where I inhale the rain

and breathe out the cigarette again

where the smoke combines into one another

climbing carelessly amongst the water

there is nothing that looks good out the kitchen window

apart from rain drops

there is nothing good I can see in the future

apart from rain drops

there is nothing I can give you to make it better tomorrow

just rain drops

This is the part where I didn’t say a word

this is the part where words just hurt

this is the part where you drove off

where you shed your clothes like skin all the way up the stairs

and let the words burn,

where you climb into the shower shirtless

hopeless,

this is the part where you look out of the kitchen window and notice there is nothing you can do,

this is the part where you should have come back and screamed ‘I LOVE YOU’ .

Rain drops, rain drops, what else have you got?

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