Sometimes I think things...

war

-for the Rebels WITH Causes-

raindrops run down warped windows
but i can see though those empty tears
with which the sky hopes to shield my eyes
peering timidly through the smokescreen and
pressing my lips to clammy glass
declaring my sentiment to save those on the other side
in vain
sometimes they cover my mouth and nose
and my lungs scream for them to go away
the sweaty hands release my face while
laughter stings my burning ears
i cool them on my window
my safety glass
while my eyelids keep the truth from slipping in
they don’t want my heart to break
even as they destroy themselves