Only you.
Can silence me this way.
I used to let everyone.
But if this is unrequited love
You’ll cry when you see
what pain I’ve been hiding.
Should I publish it all,
so there’s no more moments
of darkness dwelling within me?
At this moment
with tears welling at the sides of my neck. Remember how a-like we were?
Do you believe that I am having a similar experience here?
On the confused side of the stick
where more than half the time
the images fuck with my head
more than bring in light?
Assumptions make us crack at the seams,
I pray the string holds. I pray that this string
is indestructible.
But if unrequited is what you think this is… I think you need the definition of passion.
Because it’s uncontrollable for me: our love.
My love for you.
Maybe I still don’t know… if it’s you.
LIGHTHOUSE for SOMEONE 