Lying beside one another in bed,
Filling up voids in our half-empty heads,
After the monster in our fragile hearts had said,
“You will thrive,
While the king lays down dead.”
Throwing stones into a polluted lake,
One of us smiles, while the other one fakes,
After we’ve beaten ourselves up for our petty mistakes,
Our tears are numb,
While our heads ache.
Falling asleep in one another’s arms,
I will lie restless, awake and alarmed,
But I will be shaking and breathing unharmed,
And you will be safe here,
Sleeping and charmed.
Talking about roses and their withering death,
I’ve realized how much my words lack in depth.
I get lost in your words and my idle regrets,
And you go on speaking,
Wasting your breath.
~Cassius Lee.