Your love for us couldn't be any drier.
The winds know this and laugh at us.
Clouds tower our shadows and gossip between themselves.
Your love for us couldn't be moist.
It had to be just like a regular life.
No kiss, no hug, no desire.
Your love for us couldn't be swimming.
Instead it runs dehydrated and lose without cause.
Your judgment serves no purpose other than to cause pain.
Your love for us couldn't sting more.
As one day in the last of our journey,
Raindrops of acid fell upon my wrist to wash away my fears.
Your love for us couldn't be more selfish.
I was the only one who shed a tear from one side,
Waiting for the union of the acid but it faded my love for you.
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Jesse! ! ! This is beautiful. I love this. I'm in sixth period and I want to cry. You hit me where it hurt most: [ Thank you for this Jesse. I'm very greatful that water on my hand could have inspired such beautiful writting.