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.