Because I knew, I was just another shipwreck amongst many others. Maybe you also caused them and maybe other people did.
You were meant to illuminate and I was meant to burn until the flame died on its own.
You were an already mapped-out ocean and I was uncharted territory.
What would happen if I just said it?
What would happen if I destroyed one of my walls for you?
What would happen if I asked you stay?
How can I forget when you appear peripherally when I am not lulled into another reality?
How can I let go when I still have so many bottled stories around me?
How can I close my heart again so I could build a ship to escape this island full of memories?
Was it all just a myth? Was it all just me?
(shortened version)
YOU ARE READING
Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night
PuisiThe stars, my anchor and friend Keeping my secrets as I spill them Into the night sky Together with the moon, They keep me company.
