From this window you would see the sun, while I'd only point out the burning.
Airports as a means to closure. Up and down... 30,000 feet feels so much better than we ever did. What we had was a novelty. Forever my mistake.
Write back to where we started from and put it in the mail. I've left no forwarding address. I needed you to hold my hand this week but you only offered a fist. It's as if you went to war and forgot to come back home(with me). I'll bury all of this on my own. Besides, life has never been a true companion either.
Fell in bed. Fell in love. Pressed my nose against the glass of her shower door and peered out at the rest of the world and felt ok again.
The things that broke me down a year ago are just a shrug now. If you really knew the things between me and her, it would set off a chemical reaction between your heart and lungs. It would pit countries of lust against one another.
Even Shakespeare would encrypt this love story.
The only thing that pulls me through is the fact that this is real. Even when your head is spinning and your heart is still fluttering... I'm on the inside. Let's blow out their candles and steal their wishes.
"fairytales don't always have a happy ending..."
