07.08.15

When I met 

You

You 

Belonged  to no one

And 

everyone

The soul of a  pink spider

 Morally Flexible and fluid

You 

kept saying you were tired of feeling crazy

when  you broke 

I threw the pieces across the sky

They  sparkled and became 

Thousands’ of stars

I 

Ride faraway from the city and look at the bright 

Stars you 

Have

become