From crayons
To paper
To dreams
To memory.
We tied our wanting into a bow
And placed it on each other’s laps
Where neither trial
Nor thunderstorm
Could wash away our fairy tale.
Did not occur to us that neither plastic bags
Nor happiness
And not even the future was strong enough
To hold us.
We were brave.
We were warriors.
We were safe in each others ears
Promises to each others secrets
No one could tell us any different.
Calendars did not lend us its eyes
Did not carve reality into the sticky notes we placed
On our destiny’s
We merely rode on the backs of memories
We created out of air
That smelled of hope
And lullabies
That felt like oxygen to lung
Breath to life
Truth to wisdom
But that bled deception underneath the surface
Of blue lines
On white paper.
That smelled of jasmine
Now shattering glass
Hopelessly pasted together
Encoding our hearts in one anothers chest
We opened up
Fearlessly vulnerable.
Stored our futures away
With the ease of speech
Letting them hide behind our eyelids
Trapping falling tears into bottles for fear
Of losing sight of the other
Amidst the blurs it birthed
When doubt crept in.
And we held onto these bottles
Like we babysat the others gaze
Too naïve to understand
That there were no guarantees
That we must not put our hopes into fallen stars
And wishing wells
For now we bleed
Both apology and need
For our broken wings
Pierced diamonds
Both myth and martyr alike
Legend to sacrifice
Do you know what it’s like to feel every twist
And turn
Of a dying bow?
To be undone?
Shackled to the worst part of your life story
Prisoners to the memories you created
In each others smiles
Now dangling regret
In the sky.
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