it always hits trees before the ground:
sunlight, rain, snowfall, moonlight.

last night i forgot myself;
told you that sun burns but doesn't warm,
rain wipes memories and leaves amnesia,
snow muffles what rain doesn't drown,
and moonlight does what the sun couldn't:
scorches skin to ashes.

last night i forgot myself;
told you how i was meant for the stars,
not the planet beneath.

last night i forgot myself
but you offered to be the trees
if i would be your earth.