It’s funny how some stranger
Can make your heart flutter
And break it into pieces right after.
It’s funny how you’ve learned
To trust, open up and take a risk,
Only to be withheld
By uncertainties and impatience.
It’s funny how you felt so alive
In the morning hours
And be soaked in the mud
At the end of moonshine.
It’s funny how you carelessly say,
“You can go.”
But your heart pleads like a madman,
“Stay. Please stay.”