when the rain falls
and you're unprotected,
i'll be the umbrella.
no matter how soaked
i am,
i won't stop sheltering you
with warmth and comfort.
but as you pass me over
to your special someone,
even as if i am only used,
i'll still be here to
be held.
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anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
