I'm the hurt in your neck from the split second glance that made you look away... the reason you missed that magic moment. I'm the pain in your chest when they all describe it in detail, and the sadness in your voice when you play along. I'm in the corner snuggling up to the hope in your heart when you're praying they believe you. Forever the balloon string just out of reach.
I'm forever clumsy hearted, and chances are I'm still awake because of something you once said. Heavy eyes might fall from this cold damp space, but it won't change the way that you are the window I still find myself behind... waiting for the moon to rise one last time, and the sun to leave the earth.
Throwing alarm clocks out windows towards Millennium Park. The shadows won't make my scars disappear, only harder to see. And it's just like me to meet the greatest thing, only to find it's heart expired at the hands of another.
