when the night falls

after the horizon swallows whole

the last lights of the sun

the moon comes out of hiding to

cast its gentle, silvery light

onto the delicate contours

of your sweet, beautiful lips



you can find me a seamstress
who can stitch all the pieces of this broken heart
but you will never heal these open wounds, no

you can find me a lifeboat
to keep me from drowning in a sea of misery
but you will not stop the suffocation, no

help me i’m drowning
oh god i’m drowning

— a.