slow down

my eyes are blurry

lightyears behind

don’t touch the moonlight with your bare fingers

you’ll get hurt

i’ll do it for you – don’t worry – it doesn’t hurt me anymore

i’m used to it

stars no longer sear into my skin the way they used to

you’re supposed to protect me but

i think it’s you who needs protecting

the skies are so pretty but they hurt so much

i’ll make sure you get to see the clouds without pain

i won’t tell you how much it hurts

how much i let you hurt me

and you’ll see this too but you won’t understand

because these are all metaphors