Unsent Messages

she used casual cruelty to justify our ends. but what of the means, did they not matter too? falling asleep to her favourite songs i dream. she picks the leafs off of my favourite plants, why does she spite me? falling from ceiling tiles and i am afraid. asbestos. why is there lead in these walls? didnt anyone tell you of the dangers of make belief? falling out of touch and i am alone. stars, scars, and the sea. looking at her now and i think i know why, she doesn’t want to change the world, she wants to save it. “may i talk with you?” she didnt want to talk, she was off to look at the world, “but” she said, “you can come and looked at the world with me” and so i did. and i think i found an answer. life is to fall, and perhaps i will always be falling. I wouldn’t mind, if it meant, falling. for. You.