Writing

i live for the moment

when the sky gathers

my broken body

tenderly within its gentle embrace

when ebony clouds entwine

with shining, radiant stars

and paint their quiet love

i really don't get prejudice

i mean just the concept of it

how could you hate someone borne

by the same earth, the same fire

how could you explain someone else's life

as being worth less air than your own

The United States of America

as seen on the binding documents, on formal things

USA

as said by random people you know

The US

as told by your parents

America

Next week is the dance

and you cut her off

Next month is my birthday

and you tore her heart from her chest with your own two hands

Next year is high school

Have you seen dreams?

I found mine

Living among the snow

Which was barren

Which held no glow. 

It was very bright-

The dream that is-

Kind of light 

"I love you"

You say.

Coming from you it's

Bittersweet.

I always return the gesture 

Of course.

I do, after all.

But how can I forget?