play house with me

27 4 4

by betweenthebones

by betweenthebones

i can see
your furrowed brows

and hear your
short to-the-point breaths;

you're upset with me.

glaring me down
with your stubborn
eyes.

what does your frustration wish of me?

we're lonely souls
that grasp to
each other's company

meaning well
while causing
dizzy spells

"what are we?"

three words
your hands ask.

how do i explain that we are

all the loose change
spent on
fountain wishes,

all the moments that
were buried
and left in
"what if...?" graveyards.

our puzzle
is missing too many pieces
to be described as finished

and our books are still
in first draft stages.

so will you settle
with being
each other's
soon-to-be history?

i promise you
that you'll always
be my
once upon a something

even when i am
your certain nothing.