there are so many things that i want to tell you
but suddenly my tongue is made of glass
you kissed me and it shattered
now i speak but you cant grasp the words running off of my lips
it is better to be heard and misunderstood
than to not be heard at all.

My grandma always told me look up at the moon when im feeling sad
look up at the stars and just know itll be okay
I would go outside and look up and stare so hard i felt like my eyes were gonna fall out when i was done
i wanted so badly to know what i didnt know
i wanted it like i wanted to breathe
every night my mom would come outside looking for me telling me its late
you have to sleep
i refused because something was pulling me into that sky
sleeping meant i had to stop looking and i couldnt stop
it was like gravity was working against me
trying to infatuate me with the things above
i knew what i was looking for was bigger than myself
i was young and foolish thinking maybe
just maybe
I would see some sort of hope in that sky
I would see a million stars that gave me the answers to all the questions in life
I would see the moon that gave me the comfort i so heavily longed for
I was searching for something that was so hard to find
It wasnt until i was a little older that i finally understood
what i was looking for was a girl with the night sky in her eyes and the moon in her heart.

blue eyes like the ocean during a hurricane
touch of gold like the calm before the storm
sun shining everything’s alright
flowers blooming i think we will last another night

it hurts until it doesnt
one day ull be able to sleep fine and not think about her
ull be numb to the pain
numb and fine are the same thing
and i guess it goes to say its better to feel something than to not feel at all
but right now im in this bathroom and my head is spinning because i had a little too much to drink trying to erase u out of my mind
since the day u left there have been too many bottles left empty
too many glasses broken bc my shaky hands let go sometimes
and the glass breaking could be a metaphor for my heart but i never really liked metaphors
instead ill tell u my heart is broken like the glass on the floor
and i try to clean it up but my hands end up getting cut
and the room is spinning and my view is hazy and
i think im losing control
u used to be here helping me cope helping me see the sun in the cloud covered skies keeping me balanced bc ive always only been good at being clumsy and thats about it
so instead of falling for u again im going to sit on this floor and pour another drink
hopefully i dont drop it