Everything that happens now is falling rain. You're wringing my eyes out as if they were the clouds and I'm not crying for the same reasons any more. I begin to wonder whether you like to be held when you're sad or whether I'm just an ocean keeping you afloat. I'd like to be that but it seems I keep drowning myself in you and I can't see the shore any more. I'm not sure I want to. Don't expect me to be the sun forever. There are times when I am cold and hard to deal with. I woke up this morning and I thought you were there but I think my eyes are tricking me. For example, I see too many colours when I look at you and my vision becomes blurred and all I can hear, smell, taste, touch is you. Everyone wonders why I look at you the way I do but I see more beauty in you than I do in the forest. I sometimes wonder if the stars get sick of me looking up at them and thinking of you. I think I fell in love with the way your arms wrapped around me that morning, or maybe I fell in love with the way you look when you smoke and how jealous I was of the fact that the smoke could occupy your chest so easily whilst I didn't know how to. I don't want to be where you're not. I don't want to be anywhere if I'm not beside your skin. I feel like a ghost until I am with you. You bring me to life as soon as we lock eyes and I'm asking you not to ****** me.