I wish I was stuck in a page
of an author not cruel
between romance
and the moment of linger between the confession
so he may keep me blind
for chapters I may not see
So that I the antagonist
will remain a distant
and I will never know
that this fable ends
because I need not know
if I am to fall off a cliff
and If I were I would not mind enjoying my last steps
to my execution
thinking it was a mere stroll
As people hold their hands
and the audience holds their breath
I want to be staring at a butterfly
fluttering to a flower
instead of a moth to its fire
for after all
a blindfold is a mercy and ignorance is my bliss
if like the pinch of a needle I were to be ended.