the broken smiles around me
remind me what it's like to be alive:
that there are mountains to vanquish
and stars to watch fall
because no one gets out of life
alive

as I've grown
I have come to realise
that the truth is not what it seems
the world is not a safe place
for someone like me
so I suppose that this
is our *reality tale

I want to watch the stars
dancing in your eyes
as each colour
of your complicated iris
collapses onto another
the stars regroup as constellations

the constellations guide me
through a lonely winters night
as I stare up at the moon
and hear your promise
that stability is coming

your eyes
the colour of cold sea
draw me closer
i think that they are the sea
I am likely to drown in
and watch a curtain of bubbles
*pull me under

recently i have been observing
people
and i have come to notice
that everybody has a story
of monsters and of dragons
the battles they have lost
or won
but some
are too afraid
to tell their story
because what they fought
is their thoughts

the demons
which plague their minds

tea bags wait
patiently,
they sit
in their mugs
abandoned
as hot water pains them gracefully,
it begins to encompass them
they struggle for a reason to hold on.
but little do they realise
how helpful they are
tea serves as good company for the lonely girl
surrounded by books
and memories
on a cold winters night

I like books
and the way they allow you to lead another life
with twists and turns
and a happy conclusion
so I never read the final page
because that way they live on in my mind
*forever