shoeboxelf

I know you’re not the same But you’re the best I’ve got Since you’re here for the Tender sweetness That I’m confined to only dream for . . .

If I spouted all my emotions, will it recoil and swallow me down instead? I’m scared to try, so I choke them down. I feel the regret churning in my stomach, feel anguish rattle my brittle bones. All the words I never said are suffocating me beneath leering silence. If I let myself be swept away by the tides of dreams, will I drown? I sail the seas on a paper boat, wave to the fishes swimming in the sky. I pick a sample of those cotton clouds dangling from strings. I taste it. Warm, airy, melts in your mouth easily. If I stared into space long enough, will I hear the yodeling fishes? They wade in the nebulae, inviting me to join the

     I’m just a promise yet to be held. Shrouded behind weeping clouds and aged bark, I     diminish underneath your scorching gaze; shy of unfolding my petals. As      I’m listening to the whinges of stormy skies, to the steady heartbeat of the earth, I’m     pondering... What drew you to me? My contorted shape, my muted colours, my sharp aroma, or my hidden thorns? But     send the wind to wrench me free from my bounds, and you’ll find that my roots stubbornly cling to the soil. So     you can keep me in the pitch black, for in your absence I won’t wilt away. Please,     wait for me to