There are hidden worlds
Inside the cosmos of your existence
And I've fallen in love
With each and every one

I saw them,
Inside the constellations of your eyes
I felt them,
On the taste of your lips
It was like waging war on heaven

I swear the back of a car
Had never felt so poetic
You made it feel
As if sunlight were kissing my neck
While the night grabbed my waist

*And the moonlight sang to us

You always think you are over it, until you see him again, with another girl in his arms. And you're brought back to every time he said "I love you" and to the day he said "Maybe we're better off without". Accompanied by the feeling of never being good enough and always trying too hard.

now we're in the backseat,
and my stomachs turning.
maybe i just want people in my life
in an un-romantic way.
i like to get under their skin,
and steal their souls story.
i love how everyone is different,
and i can't hate a single thing,
because it makes them human;
the girls who steal bikes at midnight,
and the guys who offer their apartment
out at night.
i find myself in the wrong crowd,
i find myself in these situations,
in the backseat,
with someone who's speaks a
language far from consent
and it's all desperation.
his hands on my neck,
and there's no attraction,
physically.
mentally he has a way of making
my head spin faster than the
alchohol,
and i'm not sure if i'm
kissing him sober,
or if the night itself is drunk,
and i'm waiting for the sun to shine
a light on my mistakes,
as it always does.
i take their stories, they take mine,
but i'm not sure what part of it's true.
the girl in the backseat,
the girl shaking,
the rigid lips and bites.
maybe we won't speak,
maybe he'll lecture me again,
for using my body as a token
to pay my way.
love is an expensive thing.