She reads And she sleeps Way too much It's her coping defence When nothing else will suffice She needs to get away Without actually leaving Because she's too scared And too tired To leave her bed So she cracks open a book To escape somewhere far away And she'll sob for the characters Whose brokenness resembles hers And then she'll sleep And have sweet dreams Of realities that are not her own Because pretending is so much easier Than facing reality So she'll sleep and dream And secretly wish she won't wake up So she can finally escape
Funny how we woke up in the morning and pretended that tomorrow never happened— strutted naked in mirrors celebrating our youth, laughing, knowing suns and moons couldn’t do the same.
We borrowed our arms from the fridge and peddled bicycles with bad breath— trading war stories ‘cause we knew if we came back alive life would still be the death of us.