In-Betweens
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read
I’m walking the in-betweens feeling the pressure from all sides,
Am I in love or am I confused,
Afraid of what I might gain,
Or what I might I lose,
Captured and enraptured in a dream of you,
Looking for a hole in the clouds so that I may throw myself down to earth,
Leaving my oxygen where I left the idea of us,
Up in the sky and supposedly out of reach,
Weights attached to my heels as I impose unfair limits on myself,
You don’t deserve any of this love,
You only deserve to plummet into pain,
But maybe this time my dear you’ll grow wings,
Quickly realizing that these things,
That which you always flee,
Those Illusory dreams,
Can belong to both you,
And me.
