metonymy4u

You’re
a very still creature; and
I want this to write itself
already.

Events are not just lived
as they arise,

one
thought can stand in our way
like repetition.

And safety is an oddity that I
don’t pretend to know myself.

Don’t fact check your life.
Where is the perfect you.
Where are you broken.

In some other part of your mind that was a friend?
Exception to the rule noticed my hiding place.

What young joy are you living through that I never had? What
was stolen from me.

Let me see with love the thief once again.
One might hate these poetries yet

the point is to live not die,
and come home hand in hand.
You asked for an undeniable protection, and that
no one could refuse.

Who is the unknown?
How does she live like that?

Do I know the in between.
Do I detest the hidden.
Am I worthy

of the moment my love gave me back to myself.