I am Zac Lindsay

Here we are again; falling through clouds,
And those balloons from young days.
[Withering]

Falling off the ground,
And into the skies,
Where storms collect,
And mesmerize.
[Astronauts]

Where wind exudes,
Across your face,
On new sidewalks,
And old freeways.
[Too subtle]

Let’s shed our skin:
A birth in flame.
Consume some booze,
And take the blame.
[From others]

There’s little I find more repugnant,
Than the espousal of cliche sentiments.
[However]

I fear to say,
That there’s no way,
I can rephrase,
“I love you.”
[I’m trying not to]