I Say Good-bye To The Part Of

Everyone Tried With Me. And Everytime, It Felt Like The Whole Point Of Life Was To See If Trying Was Ever Enough.

Maybe There's A Way To Keep Us In This Moment. Not The Sad Part. But The Coming Together Part.

But I Had A Feeling I Wasn't Supposed To Find Her That Way. She Was Not A Needle. This Was Not A Haystack. We Were People, And People Had Ways Of Finding Each Other.

Told Her She Was Beautiful. Didn't Give Up When She Didn't Believe Me.

My Face Seems Too Square And My Eyes Too Big, Like I'm Perpetually Surprised, But There's Nothing Wrong With Me That I Can Fix.