There's an element of pain to love.
Although I'd rather it be that way.
Ironic, what other adjectives can I add to build on the false-self I’ve created?
But in the fleeting moments that come between,
you throw a bone to my imagination.
and create flickers of hope, just enough to make me ignore the way your tone changed.
Flashes of potential polaroids,
and a glint in you eye that I don’t quite understand;
but enough to make me grasp the metaphorical polaroid and pray.
And for now ill stay.
I can wait for your polaroids to print.