I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain

If I cry, what am I crying for?
For me or for you?
Is it the situation or time? For me there is no rhyme...

But I see a pattern, this keeps on happening.
I can't explain it.
I don't understand it.

I just cry...but why?

I look inside, see a glimpse and sigh.
Why do I cry?

Am I crying today, for the same things as yesterday?
I shrug to myself and say...I don't know why, I cry, I really hope I'm not still crying on the day I die.

he speaks my name as if it's a soft prayer
that would bring heaven down to earth


©L.F.

In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.

You ripped it
my pretty little heart -
but that's okay because
now I can pin it
to a wall
and scream
This Is Art.

like a cigarette, ignited and raised to your scornful lips
you made me your addiction
and i let you consume me