And even on
My brightest days,
With thoughts of you
Come storms.

I'm certain
That your rib cage is hollow,
And your heart
Is misplaced on your tongue.
I know that the light
That shines in your eyes
Isn't the same
As the one in the sky,
And I can't decide
Which is brighter.

I was blessed with a smile that could convince you of anything,
But cursed with a tongue that could never make you stay.