He doesn't rise
With my Sun
But when he does
He is light all on
His own

Do I remind you of your first
love?
When you look at my eyes do they shine like your last heartbreak?
Tell me, do you see me made of
bricks?
Understand that I started out soft, but as I cooled
I began to harden.

You look at me,
And I see the thick wood
Of bridges we burn for warmth.
We burn the bridges
We once seeked shelter under to get out of the rain,
We burn them
But we called them home.

You call me home,
And I am made of bricks.
Why do I build you up,
When I am already safety?
I give to you
What I am myself.
You call me home,
But skin can never
Be cement and glass.

I need to laugh
and feel
My shoulders rise
from how they've
been held down

S h e
with her lips swollen
with sadness

I don't
think about it-
just let him
take it away.

The quitest thing
was the city,
and at night
I'd let it
speak to me.

Music on streets
-cars and laughter-
fitting for someone
who can't sleep.
The city's awake,
So so am I.