Honestly

My thoughts one night..

I think of you often. 
I just don’t tell it. 
I feel your memories, 
I just don’t show it.
When you left, it got cold,
Hearts of stone. 
Unwanted isolation,
Blistered and surfaced 

Into the calm after the storm. 
Ironically, 

The sun always comes out after it rains,
Then a rainbow appears. 
I’ll always be fine, 
Don’t ever f*****g question that.

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The curse word makes a good poem childish. Just my opinion.