if you were to ask me what my favourite word was...
pretend.
that's the word-
a word that helps me hide.
"let's pretend!" little me says.
"let's pretend we're running from Captain Hook!"
and i close my eyes, running as fast as i can, away from 'home'.
"let's pretend!" little me says.
"let's pretend it's snowing and have a snowball fight!"
and i hit as hard as i can, fighting the ice-kissed blushes and butterflies.
"let's pretend!" little me says.
"let's pretend we're looking in a mirror to the past!"
and i delve into my memories until my eyes reflect my out-poured heart.
"let's pretend!" little me says.
"let's pretend we're old and crazy!"
and i shake, i scream, i shout, pushing my pretend stick straight through my chest.
because even though i said 'pretend',
it was real, oh so real.
it doesn't matter if you lie to yourself-
the world is a stage;
and you are a shackled puppet.
YOU ARE READING
Cognizant | ✔️
Poetrycognizant /ˈkɒ(ɡ)nɪz(ə)nt/ cognizance is a gift to behold. wherein oneself should hold the power to understand- through the ability to reach between black and white, a n d throw the grey's to the sky, pa...
