i look at you like the clouds kiss the sun and i'm the telescope that you gaze right through to see a greater beauty

i'm sorry i'm not the girl with the hair cascading down her back who's eyes shine brighter than every street light you kiss her under

i'm trying to fit your ideal of perfection but my skin is just a shade too ashy and my touch hasn't found the right balance to make your skin crawl with goosebumps

but imagine a glass house erupting in an explosion, that's my heart without your fingertips caressing my insides but i'd pick every piece of glass up and put it back together again if it meant i'd get to see the beauty of your destruction twice over