We became. Different, like not the same.

That hurt.

She used to be a friend of the worlds. Denounced.
When it would rain, she would think of you. She would think of you, when it wouldn't be raining. Didn't need anything to miss you for. Now, its not so same.
She doesn't think of you anymore. She takes a pill and falls asleep. She smokes, turns her head up, looks at God. Forced smile, tormenting. Notices the smoke and its shaking booty. Watches it evaporate. Disappear, somewhere.
Somethings just disappear, why doesnt my love for you?
*Do you miss me? i hear you say you do. But not the way I am missing you"

Swimming in deep salt water. Could be the sea or her own tears. Laughter and happiness, a thought. Distracted, she goes near the AC. It's cool. Latent vaporization of the sweat, makes her shiver. The chilled air, blows through her hair. Soft because of the extra conditioning, falling on her face. She lets them be there. She wants to be Numb. No.
She doesn't Know.

She doesn't know.
(This is very random. do not take this personally, anyone)

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