I ponder on the fictional love
that splatters on the television
as my tears spill because I will never
experience that love
I am not in a movie

It’s crazy
How you can think you’ve
Figured it out.
But really,
You’re more confused than
Ever before.

It's raining outside
Somewhere in the depths
I feel the vibrations
Of raindrops
The plip plop
Of nature's tears

And with them
Come ghost hands
Fingers trailing
Up my sides
Scaling my skin
And then they're gone

Oh, to be alone