rain, i miss those
soothing summer storms
bringing mud to get myself stuck in
so that these helpless feelings aren't
all for naught, not, knot
my stomach's all in knots and i
can't stop the world turning i
can't stop what i've set into motion
no matter how much i (don't) want to
i want things to go back, maybe,
i want to just admire from afar, lust after,
not confess like an idiot, a fool
to someone who has a fairer lady than
i'll ever be.
(but at the same time, with my life playing out
like a movie on the silver screen.
i kind of like it, just
not all the dread, guilt, all the
misery
i could deal without.)