At the end of the day,
There are other beautiful men
And other gorgeous women
In the world.
At the end of the day,
Your kiss
Will not be the last one
I ever taste.
At the end of the day,
I know that some other
Pretty face
Will one day catch my eye.
At the end of the day,
You will not be
The only one
To ever make my sides hurt
With laughter.
At the end of the day,
I actually can
Listen to that song
Without crying.
At the end of the day,
I am sure that
I will find
Someone else
Exactly like you.
At the end of the day,
I know
That you are not
The last person
That I will ever love.
But at the end of the day,
No one,
No one,
Will ever have my heart
The way that you do.

I've caught this instant - firmly, by the
Tailfeathers. Plucked in darting flight and
Iridescent in the hollow of my hand, sheer
Primacy is utterly intoxicating me.

She held the stars in the palms of her hands, watching the universe beyond her dancing on her fingertips she fell in love with the thought of controlling the moon and which way the earth rotates she would give you her hands and pour stars into your glass she would give nights to days and days to nights, so there wasn't any darkness. She gave you the sun while holding the moon. Losing her ways through the stars she became lost in a universe so small it lay in the hands of nothing more than a thought of her.

we are always busy trying to pretend we never knew each other, but i haven’t forgotten. at least, not yet. i was everything when i was with you, but you seem to prefer that i become a faded version of that person. life is not something we are promised tomorrow. but we weren't promised it yesterday either.







i'm afraid of the future, of growing up, and losing touch.






none of it matters, though.








nobody cares enough to tell me that i'm wrong when i'm not and lull me into a false sense of security.









goodbye.
goodbye.
goodbye.













goodby­e.