Mmm, tempting fate
Standing above storm clouds
Icarus bled silver regret
So he could be his own sun

And the audience behind the
Heavy blue curtains weep
And the sound effects team take thunder
From their giving hands

Oh, heroic, ironic
tragedy

he burned under the gaze
of our eyes

I draw hearts in the sand

like a child

and my heart beats for you

as wildly and recklessly

as only a child

would

Trying to get
over someone
you never had?

Yeah,
that's the worst
kind of struggle.

B.K.

i feel stupid missing you; because here i am feeling as if my heart is about to fail and as if my lungs are without air and you're probably home watching Netflix or something.