Midnight Mosaic

Midnight moves in slow motion…

hearts glitch, dreams shift…

yeah, I’m still here for all of it.

I wake up with a glitch in my chest,

like my heartbeat tripped over itself again.

Coffee on my sleeve, déjà vu in my head—

the universe laughs every time I pretend

that I’m fine, that I’m calm, that my dreams didn’t burn

while I slept, but somehow I still return

to hope stitched sloppy with trembling hands,

trying to rebuild what life never planned.

Your shadow’s still resting on my pillow,

like you whisper through the seams.

Love felt real in those quiet echoes—

even if it lived inside my dreams.

I chase it like a sweet addiction,

a sugar rush that fades too slow…

but everything melts eventually—

guess I should’ve known.

’Cause my pulse feels faded,

but my soul’s still jaded

in a world that spins too fast.

Still I rise, still I last,

even when the night outruns me,

even when the truth unspuns me.

My heart breaks, heals, then breaks again—

but somehow I rise again.

City lights flicker like they’re teasing me,

pulling me into a 2AM fantasy.

I hear your voice like a halo hum,

soft like you’re saying, “don’t give up.”

And I laugh ’cause my life’s a glitch—

fall in love with chaos way too quick.

But when you held my hand, for a breath or two,

the world paused… like it believed in us too.

Two awkward hearts in a crowded room,

laughing too loud, dancing off-tune.

You + me felt like math that made sense,

even when everything else was nonsense.

Now I replay every laugh like a melody—

you were sweet like that,

too sweet for me.

Turn the night up—

let the heartbreak shake the floor.

Turn my hopes up—

even if they crash once more.

I’m stitched from love and broken seams,

still chasing half-forgotten dreams.

Even crushed ones leave a spark inside—

that’s the part of me that never dies.

When my dreams fall through,

I repaint them in a softer hue.

Gold and blue, like kintsugi truth—

broken things can shine anew.

Sometimes the end is where I start,

sometimes I joke to hide the scars.

But every fracture in my heart

maps constellations in the dark.

Turn the night up,

let the starlight pull me in.

Let my cracked pulse

find its rhythm once again.

I’m a glitch, I’m a spark, I’m a storm halfway calm—

a heartbreak symphony in a candy-coated song.

And every time I fall apart, I build again—

’cause I was always meant

to rise again.

Midnight breaks into morning light…

and somehow, I’m still standing.

Still rising.