It's not like you told me there would be a storm
that would blow my sun down the drain
and it's not like you told me anything at all
as I lay under your bed at midnight waiting
for you to come home again
like a lizard begging for more of something,
something cool like a breeze, not the freeze
that broke my heart in the end
on the day of the storm,
on the day you blew my sun
away down the drain again.
ldn
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