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.