Wednesday 25 September 2019

the collection: pt. i


tag, you're it

it started out as a silly game of tag and now, you're it

why did we play catch with something so fragile - a heart of paper and bones of glass? why did we pretend we could run carefree through fields of shattered dreams and empty promises?

the candle is burning too low now; it's time to blow it out. even as the last wisps of smoke disappear, i close my eyes and see the flame that burned so brightly, wishing it was real and wishing it wasn't


where are you from?

where are you from? were the first words i said to you. And you replied, but your answer was wrong

you're from a lonely planet, in a galaxy far away - where beating hearts freeze over with hate and fear // where tears burn like acid down your face // where hungry hands learn to be content grasping air

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so why'd you lie? were you afraid? maybe you were hiding something from me, from the world

come, let me hold you in the palm of my hand // let me look into your liquid eyes and drink every drop of your sorrow // let me draw you close and keep you warm by the fire burning in my chest

i'll ask you again, "where are you from?"
and this time, i'll add "would you stay?"