confusion and obscurity
waste no more time dwelling
on things that will never exist
i’m sorry, sweetheart
i’m sorry it has to be like this.
remember the time when it was all just a myth?
i was never scared i couldn’t make you proud
i was stuck in a cobweb of innocence,
strong, carefree, and fearless
running to someone, rather than away
laughing with a friend, rather than at
loving everything, rather than nothing.
the world was lit in shining lights
i was only waiting to reach them
stretching out my tiny, soft hand
yearning to see the (dark) fantasies i had conjured up
but the light that once lured me
to believe is now gone,
replaced by an inevitable disease.
and hope is a four letter word that’s
never there to sew together the
p a i n.
because curiosity made me bleed.
now i know
that it will be the death of me.