i walked four miles in a hurricane to buy you a cupcake
my pants are soaking wet, my skin
is heavy and damp with the droplets of hope that clung to the corners of my lips
you looked at me with sad eyes because i was trying so hard to
tie you down with ropes and prayers
with cupcakes and pinkie promises
but you are a helium balloon up there,
i can't reach you, i'm too short, you have to go away
from me, so far away
and i watch from this puddle on this concrete street corner until you
float behind a cloud and
it's not my fault my grip is so weak i
tried to hold on as tight as i could, but i was tired
so tired and i let you
slip away