You told me I sounded like suicide The night I counted down From 10, To what might have happened. Looking through the box of torment you left behind when you died How Could you leave me here?! Your heart is still a firefly in my jar, Your tears are still the blood in my veins

Midnight In A Perfect World

Sometimes we just stop loving And start hoping That we’ll be loved back. Like falling is a good enough replacement for flying, Or glass a good enough replacement for water. I don’t trust that you running to me isn’t just a product of you Running away from something else. Gaining foresight, more sight, As the