I was thinking, over thinking
about exactly how I'm not exactly him.
I'll break my heart in two more times than you could ever do,
'cause you're my dream, please come true.

I'm afraid of so many things & you stand such a big chance of ruining me completely, but I stare right back & for once I'm not scared at all.

Don't be fooled. I showed you one constellation.
One constellation from an entire night sky. I am a bed of stars, & all you saw was a twinkle.

i fell straight into your arms like a drunk who's been on it all morning
and the sun’s rising and my head's ****** up
and immediately i grab you
you go all red like the first time
i love it when you do that
god, i love it when you do that
i cocoon round your shoulders
when you're half cut
and you're frozen and you've got that visible breathing
you're depending on me again
wishing i was more awake instead of thinking
at 2 am when you're bittersweet at noon

I miss you, she says
I miss you, she thinks
I miss you, her hands closed,
around the longing of her heart,
and her "I miss you's" hurt more
than you'd ever know.

I may not have doors and walls to protect you,
but my arms are open,
and I have hollowed out this space in my heart
in case you ever need a home.

having fallen so hard can hurt
when you're happy and smiling.
your chest starts to close in
and it's hard to breathe
and you start to cry
when the only thing
that can calm you down
is the sound of his voice.

if we light up tonight together,

glowing from our seams,

from my fingertips on your skin

mouths hardly parting to breathe,

will our bodies float?

will we lose our footing and whirl

into weightlessness, just the lanterns

the stars and us?

It’s 3 am
and I’m calling
and it’s me feeling like Rome
and it’s you feeling like Paris;

I am built on ruins
and you’re built on promises
of love.


I want to talk to you
about how I once held glory
for the rest of me is ancient history.


Remember when I burned
for a day?


I felt beautiful that day
and I wish you have something
to say to me tonight, my city of light.


I wish you could answer
the ******* phone but then
you’re probably sleeping, and I’m crying.

No, autumn was never kind to our eyes, but since we can pocket each other’s smile to sneak a peek at under dreary skies, it all gets better (at least for a while).

How wondrous it is to smile from the heart – in all its effortless kindness and ease – that keeps on sparkling long after we part, invigorating like a summer’s breeze.

It’s truly special, this feeling inside, this bubbling joy rising from the core, which lets us put all our troubles aside; it almost makes me long for something more…

Never thought of you that way, but you’re just…