We can stick anything into the fog
and make it look like a ghost.
let's not become tragedies.
We are not funeral homes
with propane tanks in our windows,
lookin' like cemeteries.
Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go.
let's turn our silly wrists so far backwards
the razor blades in our pencil tips
can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside.
Step into this
with your airplane parts.
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.
I’m new to this.
But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
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 my heart
every time we fell from love,
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.
But hearts don’t break,
they bruise and get better.
We were never tragedies.
We were emergencies.
You call 9–1–1.
Tell them I’m having a fantastic time.
- Buddy Wakefield