There was a girl
Who used to
Think that you were
The moon
And she would bow down
At your feet

She found out
That you were
Really
A star
That had disappeared
Centuries
Ago

you say
that i'm a hurricane
and i think i'm rain
but really
i wish i was just the drizzle
falling slowly
from the sky
afraid to let go
until i land
on his cheeks

who would stand outside
during a hurricane?
how would i find him?

who would stand without
an umbrella
or undercover
during rain
how would i land on him?

i think you
are beautiful
and that your eyes
are like a river

your words
fall like drizzle
on the lashes
of my eyes

your smile
makes my heart
drop
into my lap
and weighs
down my steps

if i thought
the world was better
if i thought
life was easier
if i thought
death was further
if i thought
love was painless
if i thought
all lies were the truth
if i thought
you were the One
if i thought
you were still here
if i thought
nothing of fear
if i thought
bravery was an asset
if i thought
books were books
and not air
if i thought
you still missed me
if i thought
everything
was only what you think
everything
is
if i thought
i was just a fancy
graze
like everyone else
if i thought
the sea
was an ocean
and not my love
and that the moon
was only a planet

i wouldn't be
writing
poetry