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

We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.

you can look at me from across a room
and I'd feel penetrated

the sound of love swallowed the room
my limbs become silk
every step I was taking
felt as if I was melting into this word
taking its shape
I've lost control
I danced up and down the walls
the room began to be silk

distance is suffocating

A nun
Dressed in lacy red underwear
Sold her holyness
Begging on raw knees
To a selfish man
But a clever one at that