What if I told you I’m at war with outer space?

And what if I told you watching through window panes won’t keep you safe?

Because in my world, the glass on the ground doesn’t glitter like stars.

And in my world, the thought of peace is more foreign than the planet Mars.

It’s strange how everything stays the same the more you change.

And it’s crazy when we fault the games we choose to play in the first place.

It’s sick when giving in to the black hole feels better than the bitterness and it’s infuriating how

I could be the sun and

you would still look at me like I’m Icarus.

Yet I stared down Death in a Tarot card and here I am with you.

All tender crescent smiles, over-the-moon blue.

My heart still has a beat but the blood just can’t seem to make it through.

I look up at the sky at night and still I haven’t got a clue.