What's the deal with the twisted orange in the sky, turning pink, then purple, then blue, before rushing into the night?
What's with my heart being hungry today, being full tomorrow, and longing the day after?
What's with this emptiness never staying long enough for me to fall in love with it?
Nothing stays, that's for sure, not our 3am conversations, not our bad days, not the curve on your lips, not even the clouds in the sky.
But some days the 3am conversations keep me going, other days it's hope,
yesterday it was an old chat, today it's wanting to be a certain way, but nothing stays,
damn it, not even the grief, not even the leaves on the trees, not even my fear, not even the anxiety, not even the joy, nothing stays and that's for sure.
But some days change
some days my skin looks good, some days our friendship seems better, some days I might even fall for this guy,
some days it’s a good thing that yesterday didn't last, some days it's just good, and you don't know why.
Even the sunsets, even the blues, even you. But nothing lasts forever. And that's for sure.