When she forgot my name, even the earth had trouble carrying my heavy heart.

I wish my lungs were like the nightsky, with stars that light the whole thing up. I wish they were a mellow meadow, flowers blooming to the top. I wish my lungs were like a forest, vivid and so evergreen, as morning light sweeps in.

But in my chest they found a hole. So black and starved of life, that tears formed in their eyes. So now when I breathe and feel nothing;

I think of nightskies and meadows and forests

To feel, or not to feel, that’s the question.

I love the rain
I hate myself

Didn't mean for this to happen
Now my heart is feeling heavy

Clouds often make me wonder if I could suddenly disappear too

Your blood red dress
Twirling in eights

Like an age old contest
My heart still waits

Though not mine to possess
My bloodshot eyes will follow you

Till the night is just a blur
Stuck forever in this slur