You're not slipping away.
You've already gone.
Deserted me, here,
in this unfinished book,
Of what was supposed to be
'You and Me.'
It was drizzling outside,
when you opened the door.
That's when, my life began to crumble.
The rain began to pour.
The rain can't hide my tears,
streaming down my face.
Leaving only black marks
in two, straight lines,
proving to me,
nothing.
Proving,
only,
that you're gone.
I clench my fist,
lock the door to my heart,
and leave it shut.
No one in,
and definetly,
no one out.
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