Admittedly Not My Best Work

The moon is bouncing
in the reflection of a midwest acronymn
I'm finally realizing some things are more important
than falling and black ribbons

I wrote my name in the clouds
so it won't be forgotten
while patches of sunlight and shadow
dance around the lawn

I fell asleep
and then the world was under a March sky
At least this odd blue isn't the usual black

I stored the love under my bed
until I needed it again
I'm just sick of your pitchfork and fire
way of dealing with life

The familiarity is gone
covered by useless rectangles
He's an awkward parallel of something better

I drew a future in the mud
to try and see it clearer
But I still can't decide
if it's the one I want

I don't want to be another post-it note love
stuck on the window
then moved to the fridge

I saw my face on his heart
and wondered how it got there
and how long this one would stay