#august rain

Just when I decided to sleep, it started to rain. 1:41 am on a Friday night has never been this quiet. No texts from you, no binge-watching a series. No fearing life. Okay that last one's a half lie. I did worry but then I read some wholesome poetry and was reminded that I live not to worry but to cherish. It's okay if you won't text me and correct me to say it's Saturday not Friday since it's post 12 am. For me it's still Friday until I fall asleep. It's okay if you won't send me songs to fall asleep to. I have the rain. It's all organic, did you know? Unlike your love. You can't choose friends based on what benefit you can get out of them. You can't be such a selfish asshole. Too late. You always have been. I have been selfless fewer times since you ripped my heart apart. At this point the curser stares at me. I don't know how to add a happy twist to this, how to make it positive poetry. I've never been good with tying bows perfectly. I try but sometimes I get tired of trying. This is it. For you it may be only three days of silence after our all-night emotionally draining phone call. But for me it's three whole days of not a text from you to ease my anticipation and anxiety. You're not unaware. You're deliberately inconsiderate. That's just cruel. My words may have seemed like platitude to you but at least they were offered to you. The rain has stopped. I am going to bed. When I wake up you will be written off from the narrative of my life.