Rain

Rain trickles down my clothes ever so lightly that It showers me clean from Lust.  
The walk of Shame tainted with the thoughts of you but never acting on them.  
A coward tormented by their imaginations.  
Roaming the streets I can seem to find someone like you.  
Jealousy only runs through my veins like wild animals devouring my purity.  
When I utter the idea that you are with someone has forced me to possession.  
Addicted to your very being I experience the euphoria of just your breath.  
Why you, I ask; roaming these streets with rain drenching me wet.  
Why can't I find someone like you, if I can't have you?