~Curtains~

The lilacs hang

Heavy

and suspended
Ripe purple honey

It’s not

Like a recollection

Or even

A memory

It’s a

Wanting

A aching

a little bit

Stuck

in the middle,

life is

a game

love is

a riddle,

I just need

to relax

and enjoy

the show.

I’m so scared

but I don’t show it.

Roses, ashes, and wine

I feel

As suspended

As the lilacs

Sick and tired

Of this

Mad

Desire

fluttering

Is there a chance

you might

change your mind?

Or are we

all ashes in white

Same old empty

feeling in my heart,

too fast that fades

like a heartbeat

But there

are some

nice highways
By protecting

my heart truly

I got lost in the sound

I have to break

my own fall

somehow

Subconscious

Is just

a hidden memory
You don’t owe

me anything

You paid me

in memories

Somewhere far down

You follow

me home still

the instinct

is to create

meaning

when there is none

we lie

Reality

and fantasy

aren't

mutually exclusive,

they don't

Exist

in the same space
It’s just one

of those days
Too many frills

and not enough

flowers

When the world

stops burning

that's when

the world stopped turning
Is it wrong to cross this line?

Sunset

the water

Is glass

it's religious

Something real

But just

Out of touch

Falling

In gravity

I do desire

We become

Better strangers

Don’t put

Up your

Curtains

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~