its raining.
either ways.
not just the clouds outside.
but also the place
where water usually
used to run out.
yes.
my eyes.
they're raining too.
probably more heavier
than outside.
its flooding my papers.
polluting my mind.
with grief.
with wants.
with desires.
it could just be more simpler
with less of rains
pouring down my eyes


if you just lay beside me
held my hand
gave me sweet pecks,
snogs,
hugs
and tickles
and i'd then
probably cry
out of laughter
and fun.
i'm running out
of
love
          happiness
                                cont­act
            and you.
and not running out on water
water from my eyes
they wouldnt just dry out.
there's heavy downpour of salty tears.
that i taste.
in the pain i'm left with.
maybe it isnt supposed to be too hyped
but guess what?

here it is.
Me.
I'm like this.
Too much of everything.
might be the most unnecessary topic to you in the world
but to me.
I'm just too much of it.
and i just cannot try to change.
so if i had a little support
from the man
that'd make me so much better
and less
        tangled
I'd love to run out
run out of
tears.
I'd absolutely
love that.