the only way I’m moving forward
is if you’re in my passenger seat.
but I don’t know you anymore
and you don’t owe me anything.

when I have a daughter, she will grow up
knowing that she shouldn’t give her world
to someone who wouldn’t take care of it.
never will my child give her time to someone
who doesn’t cherish the minutes.

there might be other worlds in which
this behavior would be acceptable,
but this is not one of them.
there are people who would let you
string them along like old Christmas lights
on a freshly cut tree, but I am not one of them.
not anymore.

I fell in love again at 6 AM,
staring at your fluttering eyelids
with your even breathing pattern
as my soundtrack. when you woke up,
you smiled at me, and I swear your bedroom
was the place that every species
in the galaxy most wanted to be.

just when I thought I loved the city lights,
I started wishing away everything
in the cool night sky, so you could
shine the brightest.

I am the planets we can’t get to
and you are the entire earth;
vast, beautiful, and a little bit neglected.
I am the alien spaceships that fly over
our country to observe, but never make contact.
I am hidden in the far corners of the universe
and I don’t know how to reach you in a way
that you’d want me to stay.

everywhere I venture,
I don't stay long.
living out of suitcases
and singing indie songs.