I only had the nerve to dream
and you, the will to shatter me

they don’t believe me
they don’t believe me
they don’t believe me
they don’t believe me

maybe if I repeat it enough it will lull me into some sense of calm
it will become a fact, not a knife through my chest

i am so tired
of being everything
all at once

sometimes I listen to my old favorite songs and I think
of how those words don’t echo in my heart anymore
how the chains we shared have formed my
feathered wings,
and now I breathe, I breathe the salt air
not where we started, but where I begin

for once, I have known peace
and it has known me.

in my dreams, I fall upon the altar
time and time again, the dagger
piercing my heart, for you to witness me

tapestries woven of the stars
fading into our dappled sunrise
there, your wings carry me softly—
to be my dove, or my icarus?