Inside my bedroom,
Laying in the pitch black
With nothing but a bright, white screen
In front of me,
Squinting as I listen
To the pouring rain
Trying not to think
Of you.

I feel exposed
And not because
I'm naked, but the blanket
Doesn't cover.


This pouring rain is endless
If I focus hard enough
I won't cry
As I try
Not to think
About you.