Deposits of rain soothe the pain
And you complain
That no one cares about you
The way you'd like them to
We are feathers
In the wind
Blowing through time
And space
We have no memory
Of breathing
Only fingers that grasp
At whatever is left of our identity
What remains of the Sun
Before it's gone
Into the underworld
We are all falling stars and captive hearts
And I promise to let you in
Closer than any person
Has ever come before you
As long as you promise
To never tell anyone
These secrets
That we are born from firm
Yet impermanent collisions
So let's get lost
In disorganized apartment buildings
This chaos determines our thirst
When we are no longer wearing shirts
And love is a poem that hurts
Whenever you read it