You wonder how fairytales
could lead you so astray
you hurt yourself on the jagged softness
of bloodied knuckles against your cheek.
Turn the page on the brightest star
as it implodes unheard, without consequence
I built you up in my mind
far too close to heaven
wrapped tightly in the flammable
unpredictable.
We didn’t burn together.
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
You wonder how fairytales
could lead you so astray
you hurt yourself on the jagged softness
of bloodied knuckles against your cheek.
Turn the page on the brightest star
as it implodes unheard, without consequence
I built you up in my mind
far too close to heaven
wrapped tightly in the flammable
unpredictable.
We didn’t burn together.