i wish they were just sticks and stones
because you cannot fix a heart
like a broken bone
you cannot put it in a cast
and force it back into place
a smile is not a band-aid
it's a mask
you were wearing me down from the start
butterflies bursting through my heart
your heavy heart is not a home
just a place for your worn-down soul to roam
i don't cry anymore, you've stolen all of my tears
but i still feel those butterflies kicking when you're near
i'm drinking tea and crossing out your name
i'm picking petal off of flowers just to keep myself sane
i'm reading books you would hate
and staying up way too late
i guess winter brought you down
and spring was never enough
i am a star hanging off of a paper moon
and you are laying in your backyard with her
and looking right through me