i think it's time i confess: i swallowed the stars for you. they tumbled within me, in my laundromat lungs. sat in the walls of my heart to dry. insert a coin and wash, rinse, repeat: universes exploding without definition.
something cosmic in my bloodstream. don't let me fall. i will bleed stardust.
will you catch me? this is all i ask of you. you ask nothing of me, but still i drive slow so the wind won't blow you away. you'll throw handfuls of your heart out the window regardless. scatter yourself all over this place, you'll still go unremembered. who wants pieces of a broken heart? nobody. throw yourself away and they throw that away too. i'm sure i've said these things to you, sometime, but i can't for half my life remember when. best not repeat myself. you know the things they say about broken records.
well, your turn. swallow the sun. i dare you. we'll be the curse this town never wanted. walk around and paint it all daylight. there was already too much of us to go around; it's high time we embrace it.
we are the houses for the universe. we are anatomical disasters. what else can i say?
you are screaming at your shattered heart, good riddance, screaming the sun from your lungs at three am and waking the world up. soft universe and careful bird and moonlight that swallows fields. screaming at all the things you called beautiful.
you don't care. you are still waiting for something to scream back.
i was gonna title this 'a letter to the lover i've never had' but.. i have yet to wax that dramatically poetic. so :)