soft clouds, crystal skies

20 | paris

The mirror only shows what you hold in front of it
All it showed you are cups of coffee without the heat
That's what we are, darling; what else have we become?
Monsters in disguise, maybe even a death to some?
Was there a time when you looked at me to find love?
Had there been a moment when that was enough?
Some claim that a road without bumps is not real
Are we the most real if we had a million scars to heal?
And yet, through it all, through the storms we brave
We have talked about soft clouds, crystal skies to save
Our hopeless souls—ones we did not fail to give away
I've never been to Paris, love; is it as nice as they say?

The sea only reflects the sunlight dropped from the sky
So does our house show what we held back and why
That's what we are darling—just walls refusing to cave
Is that why we stand tall and mourn the love we never gave?
Brief moments in time—catch glimpses of how it used to be
The way we laugh and smile, how we forgot reality
It's a long road ahead—one we tackled without memory
Of the past hurts and open wounds—it's a gruesome story
We could have sat back and licked them shut in safety
We could have waited until we are good and ready
Instead, we went to Paris, with all the guilt we carry

The skin only absorbs what you slather it with
Be it words of acid or slaps of praise off the beat
Sink your claws into the seasoned and lush meat
Of what used to be our sacred love; gnash your teeth
It's a horror of the ages—one we could have foreseen
We built our castle and fences, forgetting who we've been
Have we broken down enough of our voices just to feel
The love we claim to have and the hearts we steal?
Away from prying eyes, we say we are fine
But are we searching? Are we the salt and brine?
Are we the future we dreamed to be back then?
Then, met me in Paris, love—I hope you're not mistaken

The heart beats only for the things giving it purpose
The eyes see only the best things to preserve us
Change the suit we wore until life has judged our job
Wipe the tears dry and stifle the oncoming sob
Because that's all the world does—just hand out judgment
We fail to meet the standards, the shape of love it has set
So take me back home to the broken house we bore
This is all we have left; do you see all the papers we tore?
Doesn't your hand hurt from holding on all the while?
Why don't you let go and maybe begin to forget to smile?
Go to the place where we'll meet when words no longer rhymed
See you in Paris, my love, when the clocks have already chimed

I hope you liked the collection title drop too. uwu. This one was the perfect emotional damage to me so I hope it is to you as well. skskks. This is also the last poem in the collection. We'll be moving to the next one, finally. lol

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