I have LOVED the stars too fondly to be FEARFUL of the night.

I found in you what was lost in me in a world so cold and empty.
I could just lie awake and watch you breath.
In the dead of night, you went dark on me.

And I guess that I'm just a mess, and maybe I'm just lonely or just bitter. But I know my head's a storm and my chest is empty.

You speak like constellations, but you're just a black hole.

Meet me at the forest in my dreams.
We'll make a fire and count the stars that shimmer above the trees.

Yet I believe that the moon knows what it means to be human.
Uncertain, alone, created by imperfections.

I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs and every afternoon I break my arms. At night I lie awake in agony, until my heart attacks put me to sleep.

The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming the moon is gonna own her one.

I never meant to depend on your, or anyone, because I promised that I would never feel this way.

But now, maybe I need you the way the earth needs the sun to see another day.

Don't set yourself on fire just to warm others.