Walking late at night
Dimly lit cobblestone path
i think about youin fragmented pieces withsharp jagged edges.
Scattered in bright piles
the radio saysit’s the coldest winter ofa generation.
the wind blew and hermind scattered onto the darkparts of the city.
this boy stole my heart,it peaks from the edge of hissleeve when our eyes meet.
he’s in my bed butyou’re on my sheets, and everpresent on my skin.
tell her my name thefirst time she asks who it wasthat broke you this way.
ten thousand wishesset fire to the night skyall gleam in your name