sitting on the bathroom floor

tracing the tiles with my fingertips and

theres no crimson in the cracks this time.

Still crying shattered glass raindrops but

theres no promise,

no first time wonder,

no kiss me, love me, break me now

and then just

f o r g e t e v e r y t h i n g

-

so I'm thinking...

I wonder if this is really the happy ending

I've been searching for

or just the glamorized beginning of another

forgotten story book; broken.

But just for today,

I'll make it beautiful.

Because his hugs crash against the stars

and today is his kiss in moonlight innocence

and and and

I can't get enough.