i don't want to be your girl
i want to be your gun
blowing off the heads
of every ungrateful son

my heart hurts
for many things,
you are more
than one of
the many

the birds sing for you,
for all of us.
the wind plays with your hair.
the grass welcomes our tired and bare feet.
the trees cool you,
when you sit beneath them.
there is so much in this world,
ready to do anything for you.

Darling,
it is alright
to take a day off.
From the pain,
the tiredness,
the sadness,
the stress.
It is alright
to find yourself.
Or even to sleep a bit longer.
It is alright.

Please don't be alarmed
when I ask
if I can paint on your body.
I just can't imagine a better
canvas.

If I had an autopsy,
I fear that my heart
would be too heavy
to hold.
For it is filled
with raw emotions
and it weighs my chest down
with every last breath.

but how sad the rain must be.

an entire lifetime spent just falling.