you are the one
that fell from the sky

content with the falling
aware of the landing
people pleaser in a flying suit

didn't ask
for a parachute

.

you are the one
that fell from the sky

no grounds or attachments
no worries fly by
no thoughts of before

breathing fast air
wanting more

.

you are the one
that fell from the sky

brace yourself
halfway through
tense and confused

fall hard every time
end up bruised

.

you are the one
that fell from the sky

brand new attire
back up again
metal box plane

preparing new you
for no hint of shame

.

you are the one
that fell from the sky

ready to fly
enter the stage
from such a height

remember only then
your stage fright

.

you are the one
that fell from the sky

content with the falling
aware of the landing
people pleaser in a flying suit

didn't ask
for a parachute

we have an understanding
you and I
carefully tiptoe around

no touch waltz game of mirrors
and pretending
we do not see
attempts to follow or to lead
all focus on to hide
enough to please believe

I am worthy of the dance
  

inner thoughts printing press
working overtime
writing stories variations
hundreds thousands
locked up overflowing
when any one would do

finding myself
grasping lighters
hiding in my pockets
desperately wanting
something real
a fire all consuming
destroying what is me
to burn all past beliefs

I would grab old stories
by the handful crumpled paper
dismiss all for just one truth
throw them all to fuel flames
for just one scribbled piece
of any story from you


answers in a conversation
surrendered for imagined somethings
the nature of human loneliness
reading only what there is to read

there never would be fires
or firework displays

no darkened smoke
no burning out
no disappointment

just endless inner libraries in decay

I save humans
                in my collection
book of memories
                history of affection

I pick them out
                like fancy chocolates, carefully
I like the weird ones
                who will hop into my book, shyly

the humans I collect
                true one of a kind-collectibles
been found and loved before
                but not on pages quite so delectable

you are a treat
best enjoyed in moderation
in a world where it is ugly to make
any such communication

you are a treat
junkfood, excessive partying
something people want until
their every day routine starts faltering

you make people feel alive
flames lighting up their skies
until the constant light show
made them feel nothing but tired

you are a treat, a rarity
the world through rose tinted glasses
more dreams, ideas and exploration
when what they wanted was less

simple dreams are easy wins
not suited for your crazy whims
when all they needed was to say
this is no place for a fireworks display