I.
The sky kisses a long, solid breath to my lips
As the clouds sit like soldiers across the land-
The little patch of
green grass
swallows everything like it is all that’s left
on this empty planet.
When I look to my right
skies are crying
sheets of rain fall across
the blanket of fog keeping me warm
in the cold.
The trees sway, side to side
while thunder shakes me.
I know that I
can only walk through these crystal raindrops,
only lie in these sheets of rain
for so long

II.
I’m a dreamer
and I kiss my dreams goodbye
letting the sky linger on my lips as
I stand like a child
catching raindrops on my tongue
running wild and barefoot
a princess in the summer rain
The green grass slipping through my naked toes
formulated and crisp
like the words of a poetic soldier
I lie in bed at night
comparing galaxies to finger paint—
if only I was big enough
mighty enough
I could pull apart the stars
the milky way dripping from the palm of my hand
as the planets scream-
as they complain, as they point out my mistakes
it’s like
standing in a white room of judges
letting them point out every flaw
and once they tell me I’m not good enough
I'll set down the stars on my end table
and find comfort in
pouring the milky way into my glass
swallowing the empty promises
and laughing at the way the little
crack in my shutters would spit out
a single ray of sunshine, letting warmth
creep out from beneath my bed sheets
and the rain, I know, still reflects your kisses,
but sleepless dreamers are nothing but
fantasizing illusionists, after all,
and no matter how many dreams I dream awake
the life I dream of
still lingers within reach

III.
Do you remember when I crashed my car?
Remember how it smashed through every
artery, every chamber
every vein was ripped up from the slits in your wrists
and don't you remember how you told me
I shined
like new stars being born
from the cloud of dust beneath Orion's belt
and remember how you played
with the strands of my hair
calling me Cinderella
Princess of the Galaxies
I hate to think that you
don't always want to take me
swimming in the sky
but I want to take a boat ride
through your dreams
I want you to open up to me
Don't you remember when
you stood at my door
and I saw who you really were?
Something beautiful
like the glitter in the sea?
Now I've learned not to crash my car
through hopeless dreamer's hearts
because I'm tired of my love
being illusions and dreams.
Can you wake me up now,
Dreamer?
I've fallen in love
With nothing again.