No longer will the daybreak find letters
sent in a rush to the last of the stars.
No longer will it find
a box of fallen eyelashes and wishbones
and birthday candles
and all the remnants of these lips
wishing for cancelled plans and library dates
and warm Sunday afternoons
spent on kitchen floors,
running high on shared laziness and unwashed shirts.

Darling, love’s eyes are never ours
to behold in these daylight-tainted
sheets;

so if it’s darkness that shows me the safe space,
that allows our eyes to collide like seas
if it’s neon lights and the noise of the bass that look at us —
like we’re a well-buried secret
like t h i s,
can be poetry
just underlain by permafrost,

then maybe this —
you.
and a white flag waved in the dark: a fair trade —
can be beautiful, can be enough in itself.

Then maybe it’s fine not knowing;
maybe it’s fine not being yours.

I am not the girl who's every man's dream
you have no idea, you have no clue
just how much i always think about you.
You should know that my heart is at your feet
I leave it there to do whatever you wish.
When I look at you my heart skips a beat,
take my heart or leave me in this burning bliss
The voices left inside make me ill,
So i always keep it inside my heart
But i wanted to tell you how i feel
I'm still hoping that nothing falls apart,
hoping that my heart cannot be broken
Just because my love for you is
Unspoken

Look at the stars,
and tell me where we are
while it's pitch-black dark
and cars pass so fast
we lose our balance

Look at me in
a gaze from our sins
while it's midnight dim
and we pale under lights
of a gas station