stupid little things

tears of glass

welling up

let them out

let them pass.

tears of fire

streaming down

i won't struggle

when i drown.

tears of blood

pouring out

more and more,

after i die,

i like to think

that someone will plant

a tree over my body.

couples will carve their

"everlasting" love

here i am,

foolishly trying to describe

the feeling of sitting up

high in an oak

and writing poetry.

here i am,

watching the sunset

above long green grass

and typing into an ugly