the fan is on even though it is pouring outside and there is nothing you have said that does not imply you want me. this room feels artificial so it makes sense that i am being looked at but not being seen. yet i know how many times your chest has moved up and down in the last sixty seconds. i know how your eyes look when you want something. still, i do not think i want to carry anything from tonight home with me. i have smoke in my mouth and you are waiting for something more. i think i would rather be outside right now. i think i would rather be in the rain, getting washed clean.