I've never believed in forevers
For forevers have been but fairytales for me
And fairytales, unlike life, are flawless
I've never believed in happily ever afters
For happily ever afters are but fables for me
And fables, unlike life, are picture perfect
I still don't believe in forevers
I still don't believe in happily ever afters
But whatever it is
I want you in it over and over again
Trust isn't fragile
People are
For abstracts are not glass sheaths to be broken and shattered
The choice to rent the abstract to someone is all but a glass floor
Trust is too black and white an idea for grey matter
If happiness found a new address
Would you follow it out of your door
All the way into a new found familiarity
Because, happiness is deserved
OR
If happiness found a new address
Would you watch it leave you at the door
As you succumb to the habit of known walls
Because, family precedes familiarity
OR
Dwindling in the fear that they would call you selfish if you walked out
Would you rather stay, telling yourself you're in debt and all you should feel is grateful
Because, life lies beyond happiness
Is what you've been telling yourself as your eyes cry themselves to sleep every night
As your new found familiarity would lie alone on a bed that was meant for the two, staring at the blank ceiling for hours, and yet not sleep
Would you rather watch it all fade in the horizon, and seek consolation, telling yourself that happiness is a price you pay to afford loyalty to a habit you've grown because you'd once thought of it to be happiness
Constants and variables can't coexist
And yet, you've convinced them to cohabit in this poorly worded chapter of the novel you call life
"Don't you feel jealous, that I'm taken?" You'd once asked.
I had smiled
And held your chin up
Dewdrops rolling down your eyes
And onto the blushing crimson cheeks
And as I pulled you closer in the ill-lit spaces
And kissed the tears off your cheeks
And as I looked you in the eyes
And held you tight enough to not fall apart
And as I tucked your hair to the last strand
And our lips met and lost their way
I told you, "In the deafening noises of the screaming society and the stinking bins of the make belief tales, you're my silence."
It's personal, it's bloody personal.
When you see faces smiling at you, on your screen
Faces you know, have been burnt to ashes
When you pray that single tick on the messenger reads "seen" someday
Messages you know, have lost their way in a dead inbox
When you hear wailing voices tearing apart on calls
Voices you know, are now all a matter of the past
The Government has skeletons in the cupboard and yet no regrets, no fucks to give
We, who didn't have cupboards big enough for skeletons, now have ghosts in our heads
