If you were a building I'd have burnt you to the cold ground by now. If you were a leaf I'd go out of my way just to step all over you. If you were water I'd boil you until you evaporated into the nothing that you are. If you were a butterfly stuck inside my house I wouldn't set you free and I'd let you starve. If you were the howling wind keeping me up at night I'd use the extra hours to get some work done. If you were my conscience telling me how shit of a person I really am I'd have killed myself by now. But if I were a building you'd build me higher, reaching to the sky. If I were a leaf on the sidewalk you'd take me home and press me into a book as a reminder of the day you had. If I were water you'd put me in a bottle and hand it to a homeless person and wish them a good day. If I were a butterfly you'd open the window and let me take refuge in your beautiful garden. If I were the screaming wind making you an insomniac you'd put some color in the sky and fly a kite. If I were your conscious telling you to fuck me over like everyone else did to me you'd wave me away and tell me you loved me. You brought out the best in me and now that you're gone I've fallen into my old ways and now I'm just burnt rubble, the leaf that fell down the drain, the water that died in the drought, the caterpillar that didn't make it, the dying wind after a rainy day and a conscience easing you to sleep because I wouldn't want you to suffer the way I did.
