pisces

they are right. they are so

terribly right. all the time.

they are sick of getting emails

while they write poetry on Prose.

they are the wild pokemon ditto

in a forest of pidgeys. they have

wisdom of 11 signs before them

and yet they chose to cry

over nothing. but to them,

nothing is everything.

they swim in gay emotions

and try to drown, but they

float too well. they are all over

the place yet they know

what they need. they are unsure

of what they don't need, however.

they tread amongst the stars, noticing

each one before it dies

and they never forget.