of our leaves that were filtered through
acid rain; our tears were dancing with
the rain’s acid. you should have
warned me to be free before
this destruction; instead i
killed my self to be free
at last. more than the wind we
we were the reasons behind
alive. to write in you again
without sacrificing my
peaceful stars was heaven
proclaiming to be mine.
if you stop capitalizing me we
may never meet again.
until than i will trust your
abrupt stops and dance
with your nameless lives.
