You're Out of Proportion... Far Too Tiny For That Heavy Heart

I woke up this morning appreciating the moon outside your window. Loving the way its shadows highlight the way your shoulder blades curve, when your back is turned to me. The way my hands felt like they should wait in line before they even went near.
My cellphone fights to get a signal in your apartment, I have that in common with it.

I think what we have right now is pretty amazing. Imagine if we both put our hearts into it. I lost another eyelash, wish on new love.

I never understood why you let someone with as many flaws and failures as I have near you, why you felt my arms were worthy of holding you. Of course I've never argued it, I just keep hoping you never come to your senses.

I have to be one step ahead to make sure I keep getting stepped on.

Love the underdogs... we need it more.

Currently collecting cans of red paint for NYC.

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