Maybe It's Me
I misplaced my thunder and lightning.
Now I'm just rain,
clouds,
and thoughts
no one wants to entertain.
My pulse bluffs
though the hands still move
in the mirror
and on the clock.
My phantom pains
are all too real
but nothing haunts me more
than what I choose not to feel.
Long days and longer nights.
Maybe it's me
who surrendered this time.
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