the city lights fascinate me
but the only lights              
i am interested in are the ones
in your eyes

as i wait for the plane to take off
i cant help thinking about all the
strangers, going to the same place
all with a different story.

there could be a man who lost
his son in a plane crash and
it is his first time flying
since.

there could be a woman who
is leaving because this city
is too small for her big ideas and
wild heart.

but there is me, who keeps thinking
the longer i am on this plane the
further i am from you and my heart is
starting to hurt more, the further we fly.

It isn't so easy to just let go
to let the memories, happiness, and love just wash away...
Maybe I don't want to let go
because I love the love and the happiness and the memories
because they were with you

we weren't healthy enough to continue
but when people are sick they don't just give up on life
they get better and keep going
I don't want to let you go
because you make me happy

I know we didn't work well together in a relationship
but we work well in keeping each other afloat
I may have lost you as my other half
but I'm not giving up my best friend

1) Your heart is so entwined into mine that I'm not sure if it hurts you or me when I pry it out with a crowbar and leave it on your windshield.

2) You're letting boys ****** you sweaty in your backseat and I just want anyone to write about me the way all my blank pages scream about you.

3) I've always been one to root for the underdog and baby we're a million to one shot.

4) You're the Dragon and the Damsel and I'm not sure what to do.

5) You're the draft I've been writing on for months. Art is never finished.

6) I'm wicked and I'm proud, just like every fallen angel.

7) That's not a light at the end of the tunnel. It's your eyes and I think I always knew it was.

8) There is no salvation. There is no damnation. There's only you.

9) And I'm sitting outside the Pearly Gates, cigarette perched in my lips like a crow.

10) Or maybe I'm sitting on the bank of the river Styx, I'm not much of a cartographer and Dante doesn't have time for fools like me.

11) My poetry is a lip-synched prayer and my goddess has turned a deaf ear to them.

12) I was replaced by we and me by us and you wonder why I don't know who I am when you're gone.
12b) You wonder why we don't know who we are when you're gone.

no matter how much he means to you
do not ever take a boy to all
of your favourite places because
when you are walking around your
old city and go to your favourite park
all you will be able to see is him
kissing you under the big fig tree
or his arms wrapping around your waist
by the pond where the ducks feed
and it will no longer be your favourite park
and he will have ruined yet another thing
that was so special to you.

I smell of stale cigarettes
and my makeup is always off
and I can't stop listening
to sad songs that remind me of you
and people say to me
'get over him he isn't worth it'
but I know that every
single second spent with you
were the most precious because
even if we did nothing but stole kisses
and held hands under the blanket
it was still a successful day
because you were my poison and
my cure. you broke me and fixed me
all at the same time.

for some reason
I can't stop searching the faces
of all strangers that pass me
in hopes that I might
possibly find you in this
empty, godforsaken city