there are some things i'll never be able to explain to you
like how i have to squint to read street signs
but your eyes are perfectly clear
or my own madness
and how i can't tell what's real
or maybe how i felt the day i met you,
when i knew that you would be significant
but you would never believe these things
even though you should
because i can't exactly explain why
i can't bear your sadness;
it's like watching clouds when you so desperately
want to see the stars
but since i know it's there
i still can't look away