The night sky is so close tonight,
I think I can touch it, I think I just might.
I’m floating on a cloud in the pages of a lullaby,
as calm as the vacancy in the storm’s eye.
As I think of your smile in the half baked moonlight,
As I think of your accidental touch,
or the way our fingers purposefully brush,
As I recall our last fight,
As I catch a hint of your perfume in my bed,
or repeat to myself all the words that you’ve said,
I’m left on crossroads in the sand,
I’m left with my bare fragile heart in my hand.
I’m floating without an anchor, without any chains
without safety nets, without anyone to blame.
Because it is me who chose to leave the safety of my home,
to open barricaded doors, to stop living in monochrome.
So when I fall back into the dirt,
because you refused to catch me,
because it was all in my head,
I hope I have the strength to remember this magic
and to stitch myself together in the blaze of the starry night.
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