We laid on the trunk of his car
Shivering backs against dented metal
I always look at the stars
But tonight you did too
You pointed out constellations
And they were all wrong
It was so cold
But it was everything
Next to you
Laughing
Freezing
We were stargazing like we did in my summer dreams
And now when I see a nightsky
This is what i'll remember
Even if it's just another thing you forget to take with you.

I was so into what I hoped you could be,
That I ignored what you were.

Somewhere out there is a midwife, putting together a 30,000 piece puzzle
Most pieces are obvious in where they belong,
So her map begins to unfold in arbitrary chunks,
Shadows here and highlights here,
even an odd circle shape composed.
Her picture gets clearer with every piece added
until she gets to this one.

It's pale yellow in color and strange in shape
and after scanning her puzzle in full,
She can't seem to find a place for it.
It's too light to go here,
Too big to fit in there,
But it has to fit somewhere if it was in this box.
Why would you get a puzzle piece that didn't belong?

Maybe this puzzle's too hard and she's lost her touch,
Maybe there's more pieces like this one that she's happened to lose,
Or maybe it's from a different puzzle all together,
And it's just not meant to fit here, no matter the force.

So the midwife gives up for the night and leaves the pieces as is
and I, myself, have never felt more pale and yellow.

Sitting here with warm summer wind on my body, i feel alright
I am still longing, and scared, and conflicted
but i guess im alright
Its strange being here while she's so far away,
her days are my nights

and my nights are never ending

Know that losing a love will not **** you,
But refusing to let yourself love will.

he and I

our reason for being was the same

and even in my sadness

i was not special

you said I love you the way a patron would agree to a refill
And I nearly gagged on the dinner i hadn't eaten

I would've preferred you throwing me to the ground and punching stars into my eyes

that way at least your knuckles would feel something