I Am a Nephophile Girl

I pretend to be as high as cirrus, when you tell me you love me. Then I could be a big, black, cumulonimbus when you forsake me.
I feel fine for whoever I am, good for whatever that comes to me, but I can't pretend that I've lost you.
I touch the daydream just to see your face.
I worry if the stranger gets your silhouette.
I cry for this delusional depression all the time,
I am a nephophile girl.

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