Fuck you haters

Just when I thought
you might never sail back
it down poured so vehemently
the silver droplets shining
falling down on my nose ring
polishing the jewelry on me
drenching my tired body
showing my curves vividly
I want to be wet and dripping
escape life’s dry conundrums
clouds of smoke from my cigerrette
shouting fuck you haters loud and clear
The language of rain
can only be felt
with watery eyes
and a stabbed heart

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