you were never what you seemed;
even when you stole the breeze,
ripped it headfirst from the sky
and sold it to the highest bidder.

you are never what you seem,
not held down by gravity;
killing that along with blue,
your only hated color.

i'll set you on a glass,
i'll crack the floor, i'll
hold you down, and
pull you up again

You
Missed
The dizzy line of fiction
So I could not save you
Even if I wanted to

You
Missed
The spinning path of dreaming
So I could not save you
Even if I wanted to.