When the world lights itself on fire and the flames shine behind my eyes, I can't help but to think about you. The way you open your chest and your heart spreads on the floor makes you seem so vulnerable to me, but since you've returned to his side you have become a stone cold wall in which I can't feel any warmth. You do not speak words of truth anymore, but words of plastic lies that sting my core. I believe you think that he is the only one who needs your honesty, but I do. I need it. You seem afraid that the weight of truthful words will snap your hollow bones, but it's quite the opposite darling. If anything, the hollow would fill with the love I have within myself and would reinforce itself to further protect you.
When the world lights itself on fire and the heat climbs up my legs and warms my body, I wish to be in your embrace again, because your embrace is the one place i feel safe. You, love, are the one thing in this world who's honesty could pull me from the pits of my thoughts.
So please, share your honesty in my begging bones.
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Falling Up
PoetryA collection of poems about me falling in the wrong direction, and me falling in love with the wrong person.
