spoken from the grave

i shoved myself off a cliff and dove into water knowing i would never drown i dreamed of getting shot and i dreamed of kissing you-

in the dream i pushed you off the cliff too because
loving a boy became a dangerous thing and being a boy became worse it became a hurricane ruining the flowers my mother had just planted in her garden it became chopping down a tree just for it to fall on the house it was a wild fire in the middle of winter when there was supposed to be snow