The city doesn't love me anymore,
It's skies are darker, streets are cold.
The rooftop whispers spiteful thoughts.
Raindrops echo stories told.

The windowsill is cracked and bruised,
Where my body suffocates.
A cold stare brought colder, frozen.
Raindrops refracting a distant gaze.

Apartment with no neighbors.
An asylum locked, but bears no key.
Sweet city lights, and teardrops come.
Fall, and with, take me.

And the images growing deeper,
As the city scene diverts.
Attracted, something cheaper.
A faded Polaroid, wet and blurred.

Farewell, my spiteful augmenting.
Drip drop, malice, on the streets.
A present, of a Polaroid,
Absorbed into concrete.

Years are such a hefty payment,
Alas these tears, were never spent.
And now, I may withdraw some,
For a meaningful event.

Call me when your destiny,
Becomes your destination.
A picture, synchronized with raindrops,
Now heartaches become salvation.
 
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