The mirror only shows what you hold in front of it All it showed you are cups of coffee without the heat That's what we are, darling; what else have we become? Monsters in disguise, maybe even a death to some? Was there a time when you looked at me to find love? Had there been a moment when that was enough? Some claim that a road without bumps is not real Are we the most real if we had a million scars to heal? And yet, through it all, through the storms we brave We have talked about soft clouds, crystal skies to save Our hopeless souls—ones we did not fail to give away I've never been to Paris, love; is it as nice as they say?
The sea only reflects the sunlight dropped from the sky So does our house show what we held back and why That's what we are darling—just walls refusing to cave Is that why we stand tall and mourn the love we never gave? Brief moments in time—catch glimpses of how it used to be The way we laugh and smile, how we forgot reality It's a long road ahead—one we tackled without memory Of the past hurts and open wounds—it's a gruesome story We could have sat back and licked them shut in safety We could have waited until we are good and ready Instead, we went to Paris, with all the guilt we carry
The skin only absorbs what you slather it with Be it words of acid or slaps of praise off the beat Sink your claws into the seasoned and lush meat Of what used to be our sacred love; gnash your teeth It's a horror of the ages—one we could have foreseen We built our castle and fences, forgetting who we've been Have we broken down enough of our voices just to feel The love we claim to have and the hearts we steal? Away from prying eyes, we say we are fine But are we searching? Are we the salt and brine? Are we the future we dreamed to be back then? Then, met me in Paris, love—I hope you're not mistaken
The heart beats only for the things giving it purpose The eyes see only the best things to preserve us Change the suit we wore until life has judged our job Wipe the tears dry and stifle the oncoming sob Because that's all the world does—just hand out judgment We fail to meet the standards, the shape of love it has set So take me back home to the broken house we bore This is all we have left; do you see all the papers we tore? Doesn't your hand hurt from holding on all the while? Why don't you let go and maybe begin to forget to smile? Go to the place where we'll meet when words no longer rhymed See you in Paris, my love, when the clocks have already chimed
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I hope you liked the collection title drop too. uwu. This one was the perfect emotional damage to me so I hope it is to you as well. skskks. This is also the last poem in the collection. We'll be moving to the next one, finally. lol
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