Please stop.

I am not your paper air plane

Whisking precious memories

Like snowflakes.

I cry

Because I love you,

Not for hate.

There is so much beauty in this world

You refuse to see.

Just fake plastic pieces

Molded, shaped,

Spread across your forehead-

Waiting for cognition.

I cry

Because I need you,

Not for hate.

You open your eyes

Like the sunset.

Flashing the future

Making it the past.

I try to remember

What fate forgets.

I cry

Because I want to,

Not for hate.

Please stop.

I am not your paper air plane

I do not fall upon the wind,

I race across the sky.