I'm jealous. Not for the right reasons either.
Jealous of how the rain gets to kiss you and I dont.
Not quite sure if I want to.

I don't love you, Atleast not to my conscious knowledge.

You remind me of this stuffed animal I cherished as a child.
I didn't play with it, it just collected dust on my shelf.
Only collecting dust, nothing more.

For some reason I felt the need to keep it, even though I liked it I couldn't bring myself to play with it.
I still have it to this day.
Still collecting dust.

In a sense its idiotic.
Wanting you but at the same time not.

The beautiful, lie unclothed.
Hand in hand they lie unclothed.
Hand in hand. Male with Male, Female with Female, Male with Female.
The bare girl crosses the bare breast of her lover.
With measureless love, arms and hearts with measureless love.
The breath goes with the breath of the friend.
The kisses. The wrong is right.
Supple and awake.
They pass the chemistry.
I, too, stay a while to love you.
Should be afraid to trust myself with you?
I am not afraid to be myself, to love who I love anymore.