Hayley

I'm dying not to hurt you. I've left directions on your windshield to our happiness, it's half off if you bring a four-legged friend or two. I heart the way that you make it ok to feel "on" empty. A reserve tank for the lost, as heavy as the sky can hold.

Two bodies lying in the grass behind the church, frozen late night. We were just trying to steal away body heat from each other as we huddled closer together. Our limbs intertwined like slender tree branches, beneath the fall skyline.

The constellations seemed to swirl and change as we lay perfectly still. Try to pretend that the galaxy didn't revolve around us at that moment. Last night is the frame of reference for my infinity.

AllWeKnowIsFalling