For every flower I give
and every cookie I bake
there's an uncountable distance
between the giver and the loved
This barrier is deemed
the keeper of misunderstanding.
I live in a world where a certain sentence
could destroy everything I've built.
If I were to break it,
the loved would disappear,
my flowers would wilt,
and my cookies would be dough.
So I keep it up.
This fallacy,
this unstable mess,
this tamable rampage of emotion,
this shallow mask of unadulterated love
Sometimes, it's just easier to break the barrier
and start where I left off.
Far, far away.
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 1:13 PM UTC
For every flower I give
and every cookie I bake
there's an uncountable distance
between the giver and the loved
This barrier is deemed
the keeper of misunderstanding.
I live in a world where a certain sentence
could destroy everything I've built.
If I were to break it,
the loved would disappear,
my flowers would wilt,
and my cookies would be dough.
So I keep it up.
This fallacy,
this unstable mess,
this tamable rampage of emotion,
this shallow mask of unadulterated love
Sometimes, it's just easier to break the barrier
and start where I left off.
Far, far away.
