A breath of fresh air
You make it seem like this world has no despair.
You're a poem I can't decipher
Yet you're all those words that I don't get to say.
Lingering stares, your touch is all I crave.
But I don't know if these fleeting moments
Are enough to make you stay.
Be different, have courage, be what you are – I'm told.
They make you believe you're not shunned if you're bold.
I'm afraid, I'm worried, I'm frustrated, I'll admit.
The hypocrisy, the judgement, stop feeding me your bullshit!
What I feel for him, no it's not just a phase–
Those stormy grays are truly enough to put me in a daze.
Maybe you should start putting those speeches into effect,
Instead of calling me normal and then treating me as a subject you'd dissect.
Leave us alone, let us be.
I don't care if he's my saviour or downfall–
Or everything in between.
But then again, I too am a target of hypocrisy.
Simply thinking of what I'd say–
What I'd do.
But this cowardly heart,
It cannot climb that ladder of anxiety.
Because it knows, deep down
Any future I dream with you
Is built on sand.
Because it knows, deep down
This world would rather
Men hold guns at each other
Than hold hands.
YOU ARE READING
wait,
PoetryWait, As the world you stand upon spins into the dark, the only light emitted by igniting a spark. Wait, And look at the chaos, the hate that fills, that fuels, that brims. The screams that hurt even the deaf, felt by all, even the daft. Wait, To...
