I learned in English class that dreams are limitless.
If I were to ever touch the stars,
I'm almost sure I'd be burnt by the aftershock.
It would leave lines of wonder on my skin,
and leave me breathless,
beyond what the normal expectation is.

Great expectations are hard to keep,
when you've spent your whole life being held down,
by 'what if'.

It's like your limbs are being sawed off,
cell by cell, nerve by nerve.
its like you've been wronged,
in the most eternal way.
its like your image of the night sky has been tarnished,
by the idea of all the dangers of the darkness.
you're chained to your regrets,
like a dog that's been caged.
it hurts more than the dullest blade.
I want someone to tell me the truth.
I want something to give way.

Speak.
Say what you may.
Just don't lie and
make me lose my perception
of reality.