I’m *obsessed with the infinite
I’m obsessed with forever
I’m obsessed with the never-ending

But I don’t believe in the infinite
I don’t believe in forever

Everything has an end
Good or bad
Everything
Is
Going
To
End

I don’t know what to do
With this heart
Mostly made of glue

I keep dropping it
Shattering it
It’s an endless circle of shattering and repairing
but I know
Sometime in the future it won’t shatter anymore
It will stay together
A heart shaped lump of glue

I’m not able to capture the true beauty of the universe
I can’t capture the ever changing clouds’ fluffiness
Or the way a bird soars across the sky in the easiest of ways
I can’t capture the warmth of the sunshine
Or the coolness of a breeze
I can’t capture the music playing from an old car stereo
Or the harmonies combined of the world
I can’t capture the smell of the rain
Or the pressure of the drops as they unite with my outstretched hands
I cannot capture the true beauty of the universe
I can, however, lie in the grass
Counting stars
Forever

Let’s pretend
The thick layer of tape isn’t there
Covering up the cracks
On the newly manufactured heart

Let’s pretend
Until the tape
Yellows
And falls off
Like dead skin