my raindrops tip toe across eyelashes and follow the creases made by miles down cheeks.
they splash on fingertips attached to hands on the arms waving deliciously outside, challenging the storm.
they float on whispers spoken in the evening from lips drowned by chapstick and saliva not belonging to their own mouth.
they sparkle through broken light bulbs, burnt out long ago by the constant change of a flickering switch.
they journey through the walls minds put up around hearts too fragile to weather anymore hurt.
they slowly break through promises that are made without the intent to keep at all.
and they collect in the corners where they think no one will see them... but i do.
i always do.
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