I plant wildflowers in the empty spaces
The places you left behind
Knowing that you'll never return
But hoping that when I'm old
The heather will help me remember
What was once there
And the love that always will be.

My love for you is parasocial
But I swear we knew each other once before

She gave me her keys and I drove her insane
Its no wonder she took the car and changed her name
Now I'm taking busses and hailing cabs with no destination in mind
Wishing I could just go home to you.

Promises promises,
broken like bones;
Jarring, jagged and painful.

Never will I ever know
why I wasn't worth it.

Cloaked in a tapestry of evening sky
I dim my light to hide amongst the masses
If only for one night

Armstrong landed
Icarus burned
Some find love
Some just hurt...

everyone.