I thought of you as a horizon sunset
Always made me feel like no one else saw you the way I did

Your lips were a watercolor painting
Done by a professional before he had the money to use all the right brushes,
I felt the bad timing and uneven colors when you kissed me
I called it abstract,
She called it sloppy.

You weren’t ready, you said I was the galaxy
But you didn’t understand that meant all my passion was only good for making wishes- we’re all deprived of patience
and that’s why I’m so easy to give up on

You’re not the vital sun
And I’m not the forgotten moon
No matter how hard I try, I’m not a reflection of you

I don’t know how to sew
Blood makes me sick
Tears make me nervous
And I’ve broke more than fixed.