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I don't care
I don't know
I don't feel it
I won't show

I don't want
I don't need
I won't take it
I just bleed

I do see it
I do think
But I don't care
I still won't blink

truly mine

that perfect love is just an illusion
forever was just a few months time
the hand I held on to now pulled away
nothing here was ever truly mine

the faith I had now fails me
these thoughts, they just go through me
they neither stay, nor go away

Influenced and yet untouched
Moved and yet stagnant
Resolute and yet unsure
Knowing and yet undefined

Hesitant to move ahead
Afraid to stay behind
Unwilling to stay right here
Nothing here was ever truly mine

Dry on a rainy day

In this weather, in so much rain,
In so much wetness
How is it that you are still dry?
In this luscious greenery
how is it that you are still brown?
Aren't you mindful of the green around?
Don't you want to look like a part of the crowd?

The rain wets you
and yet you are the same
So unaffected, how do you stay?
So brown
So still
So dry
Why do you not stay with the wind?
Why do you not house birds like them?
Do you like being so different?
Do you like to be this way?
Or do you silently accept you fate?

Don't you strive to grown again?
To produce leaves, flowers and fruits?
Don't you want to leave behind something?
for the world to remember you by?

Is is too much to bother?
Have you trued and given up?
Or have you always known better?

Are you waiting for sunshine?
Does the rain comfort you?
Is it warmth you long for?
Or is it moisture to hide your tears?
Does the rain not quench your parched throat?
Does the sunshine not help you grow?

You get wet quicker than the others
and yet you dry up faster too
WHy this need for instant gratification?
Or is it just less painful anyway?