remember when we'd run around the house on all fours pretending to be tigers? remember when jump from sofa to sofa envisioning that there were pools of lava between them? remember when i'd dress up in my mum's heels and steal her lipstick and you'd put on one of your dad's old shirts and we'd play happy families? back then, we were two children desperate to feel the love we saw blooming all around us in the hearts of those much older. things aren't so different now.
only my mum's heels actually fit me now and i can wear lipstick without smudging it all over my face. and your dad's old shirts don't fall from your body like giant sheets. only at some point you must have fallen into the lava because one touch from you and i can feel the lava on the lining of my skin and trapped within my bones.
we're still playing make believe. you've always had such a vivid imagination, and i've never really grown out of my childhood. but can you really play make believe when it comes to love?
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Daisy Chains
Teen Fiction❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry ]
