I may have made a mistake when I fell in love. Your life is perfect and it’s filled with perfect mountains and forests and the grass grows tall and the rain lasts so long and the sound gives you perfect dreams. You are like the trees. Unbearably defying gravity no matter how the wind blows on your limbs, your leaves never let go. I aspire to live that way. My arms lick at the sky, and I shut my eyes because it’s too bright. I try to reach for something, and black reaches back for me. My hands are filled with ash. I’ve tried too hard for too long. Like the harder I push, the bigger the disaster. And the wind only makes it faster. I’m out of control, I’ve lost all meaning. Maybe I was light to you, maybe I was nothing. Maybe you could never love me. Maybe I’ll ruin everything. I must be a monster, because of how people look afraid and I’m afraid I’ve overstayed my welcome. I can leave quietly, I can stop breathing. I’ll do this for you, or so it would seam. I’m nothing more than Aberdeen. I may have left a few scars on stones and water turned to steam.
Because I am like fire, and you like the trees.