why would you hide all of what you are in the shadow of the person you used to be?
is it bcause it brings on an agonizing kind of happiness – like bungee jumping off a cliff without a harness?
but who are you to hide?
who are you not to be beautiful?
who are you not to be brave?
and what does it all mean?
and what are these thoughts that I cannot comprehend?
and how much more don't I know?
is it true what they say, about the more you see, the less you know?
what are you stripping me off?
when you step above and beyond me, am I any less a person?
am I as nothing as you say I am?
and when you leave, have I left stitches over your wounds the way you have with mine?
and when you throw knives at the spaces around my heart, do you mean to?
there are so many thoughts that live and so many ideas that I have succumbed to. if my heart is a meadow, you are the desert. dry and coarse and painful.
but somehow still beautiful.
- Dina x
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