(…) and repeat after me with your heart:
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself
make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did
go slow
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
without jumping
I have realized that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it
that we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it
that if our hearts
really broke
every time we fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now
but hearts don’t break, y’all
they bruise and get better
we were never tragedies
we were emergencies
you call 911
tell them I’m havin’ a fantastic time.