You remind me of the moon

Calm and collecting

Mesmerising whilst reflecting

Yet I plead you not to swoon

You look at my face

Like I give you the stars

While you cherish my scars

With every single trace

With every pencils brush

You make me flush

Your eyes they shine

Alone in mine

What happened to **** around, find out
It’s you ******* the other girls or at least I think you do
And even if you don’t, I see right through
How you **** around with my ******* mind
Not leaving a single rational thought behind
And I try and fail, I try and fail, again and again and again
But life and love are not always hand in hand
While life rewards me for trying again and again
Love is just a bystander looking down on me how i yearn for him
He is the world his voice the sound of seven seas
While in his presence to exist I cease
A shadow of me on the doorstep waiting
Looking for a signal, a single message to come through
Even though I know I’m setting myself up for failure
While I am foolishly waiting for you

Shall I embrace thy fleeting love?
Our gazes meet across the room,
Thy worthiness so high above,
Thy loveliness ensures my doom.

I hide amongst the crowded place,
Thou standst with thine as I with mine,
Thy sound of laughter leaving trace,
I feel alone, but that is fine.

And I meet not the look of thine,
Meet not the smile that’s not for me,
Yet still I lose my mind in time,
By knowing that I can’t have thee.

So long as I am not disgraced,
My love for thee shall ne’er be faced.

I stand in my crowd, you in yours
my gaze on you, my heart endures.
Hiding away in hundred glances
hoping you’d find mine by any chances.
And yet it’s good that you don’t see
this weak and foreign side of me.

You in your crowd, I in mine
your smile and laugh are so divine.
Even if it’s not for me,
I look at you heart-achingly.
But you don’t smile at me no more,
And I feel stupid hoping for.

When you appear at night and kiss my crown
But disappear right before dawn
When I still feel your touch post-awaking
Which leaves me yearning for your making
But then I meet you not in dream
And notice how little to you I mean
So I endure in quiet despair
This self-induced haunting nightmare

Of course I didn't tell you that.
Especially after you so excitedly declared your love for it.
You looked at me expectantly.
So I agreed.
Even though I hate the rain.
I hate how cold and clammy it makes you feel.
But I guess for you I could romanticise it.
I really tried to.
Every time it rained I looked up at the sky and thought of how much I loved it.
Even when it got colder.
Even when it was stormy.
I could convince myself that I loved the rain.
But one day after a really bad storm,
I stood there, soaking wet, asking myself
When I had started to love the rain so much that I grew used to being uncomfortable.
Because I had to do it for you. Right?
Because I loved you.
But at that point wondered if the rain wasn't too cold for me after all.
And then I remembered that I hated the rain.

“How could anyone hate the rain?”
I ask myself
“How can something so wild and beautiful
not soothe, comfort one-kind?”
But then I realize that rain is art and art is meant to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted
So I guess I am disturbed and yet comforted by the presence of teardrops falling from the sky alone
A thousand kisses brace my skin that took all the way from the ocean to me
It feels like a confession
A sign of love so wild and unconditional
so brutal and so honest
Yet people fail to understand that this love
is not meant to be pleasant
It can be cold and painful
unforgiving and off-throwing
This love is not meant to be easy at all times
And the way the ocean's love comes unconditionally
I might as well reciprocate it
Allowing myself to just close my eyes and feel
Because that is how I feel about the storm and the breeze, the warm and the cold,
the loud and the quiet, the wild and the calm Because I love the rain how it loves me.