i wonder what you think of his new album
if you sway to the melodies the same way i do
when we broke i heard pots and pans clang
together to some untimely tune
and i'm still grasping at the lyrics and strings

tell me something beautiful

what do you mean "something beautiful"

i mean something that'll make me forget about
him and how his eyes look like upturned soil;
the way his hairs falls gently in his face and his
mouth splits in two when he grins
tell me something beautiful; a distraction
please
i beg of you

and i know that sometimes lines of poetry
tumble from my mouth like a forgotten stream
and they get jumbled, the poets mixing together
the space between the words gets smaller
but i truly only want to share something
that even compares to the beauty of you

you always said that you love the chase
and, my darling, i'm no good at running

your change of heart came
to me in pennies and nickels
and i guess i never really
had the time to count it out

i feel so lonely when i cannot see the stars

when i see him the world
somehow crumbles and rebuilds
itself within a matter
of seconds and i am left
holding my breath in my hands
conjuring up ways to speak

baby girl, i know he hurt you bad
real bad
but you gotta collect all of your
hopes and dreams in your hands,
put them in a knapsack,
and throw it over your shoulder
because it's gonna be a long road
and some nights those hopes and dreams
will be the only good that you have left,
and when those nights do come
hold your head and heart in either hand
and gently whisper "equal"
but make sure that you put them
back where they belong
because if you don't you're in for a
world of pain that not even your
hopes and dreams can handle

we were driving down one of those stupid
streets where all the houses look the same
and you looked over and asked me
"are you okay?"
i think i just shrugged it off and said
"yeah, i'm fine"
but beneath the veneer
(which i think you knew was there)
i was coming apart at the seams
heart apart from body, mind up in space
but then you earnestly asked me again and
truth tumbled from my lips like a prayer

the moon is shining brightly in through the
miniature bay windows in my kitchen
i'm sitting on the floor, against the fridge,
and the moonbeams are playing in my hands
i have this itch to make music with them
how can you not when the moon is so beautiful?
and all i can think about in this low light
is wanting
you
in this kitchen
with me
in this moonlight
i always thought i had some sort of connection
to the moon since my middle name's maria
but i look up at it and just feel y o u
maybe you're my tether
and it's all so absurd, but i think there's more
to this-- this thing between that we never mention
our eye contact burns through my eyes and
races down into the hidden chambers of my heart
you busted down the front door of my thoughts
and walked right in, taking my sanity in your
hands and breathing your name into it
i can't stop think about you and it hurts
because it's so ******* cliche, you don't understand...
but i want to go to you more than anything
right now because i think that you may be
the one to finally, at last, heal me
and that's terrifying

i could be wrong about god
i could be wrong about heaven and earth
and the way that things came to be
but if i am
what a beautiful thing to be wrong about

you're a shot of sunlight

eyes speak all of the words
we cannot bring ourselves to say