you fear that
no one will ever love you
and lonely howling winds will soon come hustling
into the spaces of your vacant night
so you grapple
and jostle
for any semblance of consolation
just to last the high
but your embers ain’t worth their sparkle
and firewood soon burns dry
so tell me, my friend
what did you give in exchange
for that borrowed light?
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
you fear that
no one will ever love you
and lonely howling winds will soon come hustling
into the spaces of your vacant night
so you grapple
and jostle
for any semblance of consolation
just to last the high
but your embers ain’t worth their sparkle
and firewood soon burns dry
so tell me, my friend
what did you give in exchange
for that borrowed light?
