i didn't believe
in santa claus, false stories
secretly giving you gifts
and candies.
mother never taught us
about him
because she said she doesn't want us
to delude ourselves
in such fleeting misconceptions
and fallacies.
so then
i haven't cling
to promises, hoping
luck would stand in front of my doorstep
and ring.
i once tried
to devour myself in that thing
only to end up
in the absence of a feeling.
i had known
what it's like
to be lost in a reverie
and at first it may seem fun
until you'd suddenly slip
inside the rabbit hole,
trapped and couldn't run.
still patching the wounds on my knees,
i learned not to expect
anything
out of something.
YOU ARE READING
intricate skies
Poetrysaltwater splattered on these blank pages while she still bleeds.
