a fantasy

somehow it isn't so clear
and they say you'll be okay anyway,
and you'll be okay anyway.
but i thought it was a garden i could wander
listless and awake, but only half -
i saw so much plastic and there wasn't room enough
for a single leaf,
a single green thing.
and let me tell you who i am -
a boy that carried himself across the ocean,
an anomaly in coded words like the grey in your sky,
a careful creature, unsure and without wings.
i can survive the trickiest storms, sometimes. and i've seen surprise
in my own
eyes,
and i pretend that everything is just ...
well, i may be naïve but i open up a little more and i
imagine you see me for what i am. i know what i can say,
and i know that it's okay
to love you.