I may be a bit high,
But I love you.
Even when I'm sober,
I'll still love you the same. 
I wanted to kiss you under the sprinklers because it's the closest we get to rain 
that will put my cigarette out if the sky starts crying 
like I have been since you left me 
to look at the stars by myself instead of holding your hand while I'm driving 
and you're asleep while I look at your eyelids gently fluttering every time we pass a street lamp 
that illuminates the most perfect face in the world 
that is cold like your arms without a long sleeve shirt and that's why I wear sweaters in the summer
that I'd hope to spend with you 
on adventures and maybe we can run through sprinklers again and this time pretend that it's rain pouring down our faces because my eyes look at you like you're the universe while yours look at me like I am a friend, I am a friend, who is in love with you, who now realizes that they are only just sprinklers, 
because,
it,
doesn't rain here.