Rainbow
The rollercoaster journey towards
the end of the rainbow
was not colorful as it seems;
opening up closed wrists,
incessant nightmares of our memories
together on repeat,
and all my foibles engendering heartbreaks.
I would cry in defeat.
Patterns of midnight praxis,
constantly blaming every syzygy and
the universe itself;
"Why is this happening to me?"
I get no response.
But it's okay, because the ride
comes to a halt.
We were over, and since then,
clouds with lashes rain
to yearn for the next rainbow.
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