it's funny
how i keep looking for you
everywhere, and never see
you-
it's half the world
and not one like you. it's
me stuck in that half the
world and missing you
which is the craziest
thing.
i know how this is
going to end. i'll keep
my eyes closed, you under my
eyelids, and my dreams under
a laugh.
it'll hurt less that way.
