You clouded my sunset, made it grey and bleak
And rained on my sketchbook, ink smeared the page
You left me stranded in a deteriorating cage
I fell to the ground, you made me feel weak
Then you left me with a kiss on my cheek
I was parched without your unprovoked rage
This drought, desiring your presence was but a stage
Because I now know that you were not my peak
Your showers rained out joy, and smiled when I shrieked
You’ve let go of your grip around my rib cage
And now the sun has taken your place— center stage

You distorted my perception of love and truth
Now you’ve gone. I can see the stars better without you.