i wasn't worried until i started writing poems about you
consider falling
and how little it is considered
once it has begun;
consider the notion
of spiraling downwards
without the fear of being young;
consider our hearts,
who have not considered us at all,
but have decided without us
that it is our turn to fall.
consider tomorrow
and consider it mine
for as far as i'm concerned,
we're henceforth intertwined.
so consider it so,
and consider me yours,
consider our moment of peace
enough to stop wars.
This poem is about:
Me