I wished you before under a cracked star under a nightscape My eyes. Closed Shut tight. Locked windows I wished us together Phantom lover I wished us driving to places alone under cycles of Moon playing and dancing like birds Cradle my wayword bony curve in your safe space If you were sour I'd excuse because like mommy always said " If he's mean, that means he likes you." But a heart-shaped bruise is still a bruise And I'll always be little spoon