if you took away everything here and left me with the dull sky and the broken chords.
the people who look nothing like me, and you with your thick skin, pressed against my warmth...
i wouldn't mind.
it is in my consistent that i miss what was,
it is in my fleeting calculated steps that the whispers from the girl more or less forgotten runs through.
twirling about, you are no more.
and in the rain, you squeeze my hand a little harder...
i breathed it in for you, in exchange for your kisses...
in the hope that we could rule this, this little haven....
even if we are not important, you smell of spring.