Without you, my nights are lonely
and tasteless.

Even wishing on the brightest star
my lonely nights aren't passing.

The world around me is fake,
even the sun and moon,
the sand in my eye.

With you in my life,
gold is copper,
and silver is aluminum.

“How’d you find me?”
- “I could never lose you!
Not even if I tried.”
“Ok let me rephrase that
Go away.”
- “No
You need me
Even if you don’t want to admit it.”
“I am broken and empty
There’s nothing for you here.”
- “I don’t need anything
I just need to have you.”
“Please
I don’t want to see you waste your time
Go find something new.”
- “I can set you free
Let me save you.”
“Being in love with me
Doesn’t it seem like a bad idea sometimes?”
- “It does
Sometimes
But that doesn’t matter
You’re too perfect for me to let go.”
“Did I ever tell you
How beautiful you are?”
- “You might have
But it wouldn’t hurt if you said it again.”
“You’re beautiful
And I love you.”
- “And I
Love you.”

the sunsets and the sun rises
creating each day and each night
and not once does it ask permission
the night will still be pink with light pollution
because of the single office illuminators,
found in every breathing building
the night shift family I never met,
will still glow behind little screens
or candle light thought bubbles and ink
the morning will still spill coffee all over him
but only on mondays, when he’s running late
mondays will always come
sunday mornings will still petition against alarm clocks
and sunday, hereself, will always win
it will rain and it won’t
either way, without me
a.m.