I believe
That we become stars
Part of constellations

We watch as everyone goes on
And they have no idea that we're watching
Beautiful
But lonely

Planets thrive around us
Full of life and new adventures

From death
We create new life
And it isnt so lonely anymore

For every step I take,
I can feel my feet slipping
back three.

I'm at the end of my rope.
But my noose isn't even tied yet.

Living in a snow globe.
Watching life around me blossoming,
beautifully.
But when I try and reach out.
My hands hit the glass and stop me dead in my tracks.

The stars won't appear,
When they know you're about,
Because it's you who they fear,
Knowing they can't glow as loud.

I see his name and my stomach plummets
Not in the way it used to
Not in the way that made my face glow
And my knees weak

Its sinking
Screaming
The blood drains from my face
And I gasp for air.

"Irony is as simple as drawing trees on paper."

SWEETHEART,

FOR SOME,
LOVE IS THE CURE.

AND

FOR SOME,
LOVE IS THE DISEASE.

Crispy bacon
runny eggs
tired eyes and aching legs
Sunday hats and cricket bats
summer's here at last.