Fallen (Poem)

let's pitch up blankets like tents
huddling underneath with only a torchlight
our too-loud voices and my imagination

we could have travelled to
anywhere,
everywhere,
except you never wanted to hold my hand.

we'll attach helium balloons to kites
and race across hushed air and tense silence,
our favourite game is 'pretend the wind exists'
(you always did like faith,

... but I can't feel it anymore.)

and I kept crying,
pleading,
'wipe these lies away from your eyes
while I wipe those tears away from mine'

but you sewed your ears shut,
you refused to believe you were wrong.

we treat ourselves as scientific lab experiments,
slowly dissecting each other layer by layer
until there's nothing left,
except slow, empty beating hearts.

they remain untouched by our fear,
fear of what will, might, must happen,
(humans are terribly, tragically flawed)

and still, we wanted more
still, we died.


we have fallen a long way down, darling.