All I Can See Is Rain Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Naming names.
Playing head games.
Come on baby.
Let me show you the way I feel.
With arms around your neck, sorry but not really.
Empty, bottomless, hollowness.
A shallow sensation.
Trying to understand your addiction, affliction.
Not paying enough attention to a shadow.
I'm sorry but the stars are prettier.
Not that it is a fair comparison.
But for me it doesn't have to be.
You are the window pane I look through to see it is still pouring rain.
When will it stop if not today?
Count the ways, I can say it.
A nothingness.
With this I digress.
Because I have no need to obsess.