I want to take you by the hand and show you things
I want to talk about space
Roll my eyes at you when secretly I can't get enough
Show me your atmosphere

I want us to have separate constellations in the same Galaxy
I want to be able to see your star from mine
The patterns of light that make up who you are
The patterns only space knows of

I want you to explore
Admire every inch of what you find
Look for a vacancy among the stars that compose my thoughts
And feel so comfortable there that you never burn out

It's not that I miss you
I miss your scent
I miss the way it wraps me up, tucks me in

I miss your skin
The way it collaborates with mine
To make what we know as a beautiful masterpiece
The map of you and I

I miss the trails that lead us to sleep
The roads that we don't remember taking
Until we doze off to our final destination
Ultimately being morning

I miss the smell of nostalgia
The collaboration of skin

But I don't miss you

Do you ever feel you are in a purgatory of your own making?
Do you ever wish something would transition
Transition to the side where I am living again
push me to the side that isn't so stale

The side that doesn't resemble the exhausted tune you can't get out of your head
The side whose lyrics aren't tired, whose shoes aren't worn
Something new, neither black or white

A place where there isn't only black and white,
Let me find the gray area and live in it
for although it's uncomfortable,
it is far more colorful than anywhere I have previously been

There is something really beautiful about waking up with someone

Sleeping is such an intimate thing

To trust someone enough to lay there with them unconscious for hours

Waking up and remembering where you are and who you're with

It's like we both survived to see another day, a personal victory of mine lately

and although I can't promise you the next year, or month, or week even

You have the next 24 hours in my head

A place that was once so vacant

Is a place to lay your head.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss
The kind of ignorance that keeps us from knowing how a hospital smells
Or what the person we love the most truly feels about us
Or what it feels like to say goodbye

But sometimes ignorance is a fire
The kind of ignorance that keeps you from accepting someone
Or the ignorance that puts you at war with those that are suffering
The kind of ignorance that preys on vulnerability

Sometimes curiosity kills ignorance
Takes vengeance on the unknown
Curiosity becoming a crossroad
For which most of us take the road traveled most

Killing beautiful ignorance for good.

Maybe some things need to be read over and over again to be resonated

Sometimes we think we have read it for the final time because it hurt the most or it felt like the past


But maybe we have more control than that
Maybe the last time is exactly when you make it.

The way I loved you can’t be measured
It can’t be measured in kisses, or sweet nothings
Because we never touched, despite only the slightest of hand holding
And everything we said meant something

Tell me old love, can you remember what it’s like to live without regret
To only have the worries of when we would meet again on our minds
Exchanging of words meaning just that
The world was so kind

Draw me a world that was that kind again
Paint me a world without reality
Take me back to the times of star gazing
And writing children’s novels

Thinking those days were everlasting,
Take me to that kind of infinity