❝don't let me fool you...❞
your mellifluous voice ricochets out from somewhere deep within – from some dark, dusted latent corner i had once desperately stuffed you in.
is it preposterous of you to manifest in my head, or pathetic of me to let you?
(at least not my heart, not anymore)
i believed in myself more than i did in you, i believed i could hang stars, drop planets, pull and discard the orbit around you
('cause you've never liked being tied)
because you felt small, because you always compared yourself to pluto - less of its radius, you found more familiarity in being lost and forgotten.
i remember –
(funny how i take credit in forgetting you when everything you
is still fresh and abandoned)
̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶s̶t̶r̶o̶k̶e̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶h̶a̶i̶r̶ when you repeated words from the same page of your journal you pressed wildflowers on – picked up fresh from the yard you would always bring me dandelions from on summer eves – marking them a forever that i foolishly thought would be one like ours,
but they wilted – like us, or maybe just like me – might even have slipped past the pages when you didn't notice
because i am still a little too weary to believe you threw them away.
❝who cares if stars die? after all, we wish upon their death.❞
❝don't they look beautiful from down here? they look good only from this far.❞
❝reach out and find solace in the empty air, not 'cause stars are too far a flight, but because had they been close, they would scorch you whole.❞
i am not foolish to not pick the connotation you shot at me, but i was blind when i heard you breathe it- when i plucked the warning out of its meaning and only unfolded the blind to see and taste your artificial little blushing cotton candy words underneath the lies.
too foolish, too blind.
.•°✧.*•○