“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope.” – Jane Austen
Dreams have become static, like raindrops suspended on rose-petals. Moonlight falls softly piercing veils of uncertainty.
Silver over red over white.
Silence fills the empty space. & I’m drifting towards something fleeting, like rain-reflections, like echoes of happiness promises of happiness, towards days that cannot come.
Sadness is inevitable.
I can never reach you. (The boy with the grey and blue eyes.)
I never thought it would feel like this (like fire, like rain). Like I’m gasping for air and my insides are filled with roses.
I’m the girl that has broken all the hourglasses; the girl with the tear-stained letters, the confessions written in free-verse at 4am.
I’m the girl that loves a boy, but when I knock no one’s home.
& I’m falling.
This quiet longing has creeped everywhere. It aches. But I still cling on synthetic hope; I still mend ripped wings, I still yearn to reach so close I’m almost burning.
Dear boy with the pretty eyes,
don’t let me become ashes.