In Between
I do not know where I belong tonight, As I am pulled between standing in unwritten words, Surrendering to fragile perceptions of what might have been, Or spiraling around sentences of idealism. If I sought my sanity for company, I would reject every version of you that bound me to the illusion of freedom, Enfold me before I fall into the nest of your cryptic affection, And guard me from sparking your image across every corner of my thoughts. But if I let myself be a lover tonight, I would collect you from the debris of the war within me, Sit still with a memory of your touch and the curve of your lips, And allow myself to be buried beneath the weight of your subsided love. Do not ask where I belong tonight, I am caught between the extremes of the incarnation of my providence and the falsehood of my color. Neither favors me. Tiffany Putri - Nov 24, 2024