the rain pours outside, and i become compelled to
pour my own self into a ****** poem that won't cover half.
pour my own self into a ****** poem that won't cover at all.

the rain pounds outside, and i become compelled to
cower into a corner and pound against my walls that don't budge.
cower into a corner and pound against the wall with my ribs.

the rain thunders outside, and i become compelled to
thunder my way into what i think i deserve that isn't even half,
thunder my way into what i think i deserve that becomes even less.

the rain is lighting outside, and i become compelled to
be lighting and light my way through rotten magnets that easily budge,
be lighting and light my way through rotten cement that won't give.

the rain intensifies outside, and i become compelled to
twist a beating ***** until i can intensify whatever's left to feel,
twist a beating ***** until i can intensity whatever is not.

the rain dies outside, and i become compelled to die.
die into a fine mist that'll leave a mark on everyone,
die in such a fine way that i'll be able to breathe again.

the rain pours outside, and i drown.

Why is love so stupid
I feel like don't want to love anymore
I wish if  can not saw ur face before and met u and love u
But know u **** me back and I most die I feel that I don't want to talking anyone
Pleas  leave me forget about you 

I wish we were still strangers.
I wish you were still that boy that i kept staring at.
I wish you had never hugged me that first time.
I wish you hadn't held me the next night.
I wish i had never said i liked you.
I wish i would've looked a little closer.

Cause my own hopeless stupidity enabled you to play me like a child.

You say, don't be selfish
Let me live the life
That was given to me.
You say, don't be selfish
Let me go.

But how
Am I supposed to do that
When you are my life.
And when I tell you that
You say,
Please don't do anything stupid.
And I smile,
Fine I will live a life
Of misery for you.


F.Z.N

I wont say you're stupid,
but you aren't very smart.
It the middle of your palms,
lies my soft, anxious heart
It might have beaten too loudly
Or appeared too soon
It may have exposed too much,
Sang to a different tune
But this heart would have loved you,
Like you'd never know.
So when wrinkles appear
and your mind starts to grow
When your thoughts fall back to me
You'll remember my name
And when you realize what could have been
Know you're the only one to blame.