Salty rain

I'm a shell of what I used to be
not to say there was much substance before
but now I understand that she was just using me
that girl that I still adore.

Her smiles and affectionate cuddles
not to say they weren't real
but the crystal picture has now been muddled
along with how we feel.

My mind plays its formulating games
not to say its not right
but it only serves to ignite the flames
I still want to light up her nights.

Whatever happens is what it will be
not to say it is pre-ordained
but tomorrow is not easily seen
through my self-induced salty rain