Inches away. In the dark pouring rain. I barely see but there's just you and me. You lounging in a chair. A cigarette to your lips. And there's you in my head as I'm thinking is it obvious? I can feel you inches away. Your voice just sweet irony. Words aching sincere. Suddenly I'm away from my daydream with the sweetness that became my name. The occasional playful word of asshole. And I'm in reality again and you're still angelic the same. Break over! But is it? As you get to Walk away. I heard the flutter slowly hungrily evaporating in my ribcage. The cold of the rain drowning in me. As I shake the warmth of intense feelings off. A fever soothes just to kiss me. I watched as you walk away. In my mind I'm adoring yet worshipping your sultry sway. Just a thought in my head of she's driving me insane. I take a deep breath cuz there's no sense of composure when I'm alone with you. Or at least dream and ache to be. To the word delirious describes me without falling entirely. Knowing my heart is in a penitentiary and you're the sultry prison warden. But in fragile cases I want in instead of out. Yet the rain stops. A rainbow appears. Giving me another unsatisfied excuse to mope about. Knowing I wanna feel mad. Madly. Passionately. In love with you. It often seems. So I go back to that day. The cold. That unconditionally made you like the sun to me.