It is going to be okay.

maybe the secret to their love was that they didn't know they were in love

Her temple is beating against her brain much harder than it should be
As she lays in that hospital bed and counts the stitches on her best friend's eye
As if they are stars forming constellations in the sky over the sea.
She pulls at her hair, wishing her head would stop pounding.
But what if it wasn’t pounding?
What if that ***** in her chest stopped pounding against her ribs?
She cannot see that it is the only other likely outcome of such a disastrous night.
She can’t thank god for the chaos in her life
Despite the fact that it is the only thing keeping her alive.
This chaos is the recipe that is being pumped into that IV
Through her veins
And to her beating heart,
Keeping that ******* pulse beating heavily
Against her beautiful mind
That sees scars as constellations
In the sky over the sea.

and while she is at the disco
I hunker down cosy
wishing her all the latest moves

the moon whispers drunken secrets
in the middle of the night
in the middle of the rain
in the middle of my thoughts at
3 am
3  pm
it doesn't matter
you're the only spirit on my mind
you're the only spirit i want to lay in bed with at
3 am
at
3 pm
and stand upright with when theres nothing  else to do and the world is ending you're the only girl for me
you're the only medicine i need
and it's starting to make me alcoholic

These winds on that late evening sunset,
Bringing wisps of the broken past.
Atop the concrete terrace did I sit,
Watching the heaviness ebbing away.
Far away did they go,
With these winds that rushed past me.
To the abode of entombed dreams,
Where the land never meets the horizon.

.....and you ask me,
"How many raindrops does it take to make a loving heart"?