Caught in the Downpour

I remember telling you,
my heart was full of rain,
and you,
telling me,
how you loved getting drenched.

Sometimes, though,
I wish you’d let me know,
before breaking me,
for then maybe,
I’d die at once.

But not live,
to die every day.

(This rainy weather is getting me)

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