I’m not good enough. And I don’t know how to be.
I could start fires with what I feel for you.
I fell in love with a girl
who picked flowers instead
of arguments and had no
time for bad things
because she so carefully
you were summer recklessness
but you always had these
two rules : stay with me
and dont become a ghost
For the first time I feel the stabbing pain of heartbreak.
And it’s utterly unbearable.
You prayed for rain, I prayed for blindness.
He’s my sun; he makes me shine.
I’m tired. And it’s not the kind that needs sleep.