and maybe truth is overrated

I have never been able to embrace theatricality, nor have I wished for bohemian imagery. I'm only satisfied with the purest, the rawest of emotions. That is what I choose to build my better self upon.

i choose

I dreamt of an unnoticeable cell that managed to creep into your heart, and slowly multiplied till there was no room for anything else. You denied any sign of obviousness, but insecurity always leaves a trace, a path to be followed by the ones who know how to make use of it appropriately.

And I, I wonder if those custom made shoes you gave me ever fitted at all, or did the expectations, fear and disappointment magnify them, made them grow bigger and heavier by the second. And now it's a weight I cannot bear. I'd scream my lungs out, I would, but I'm not sure you'd hear a thing inside that pretty music box of yours. And I'm not sure what would be its use anyway.

When we fear secrets where everything's meant to be known, what is this energy that keeps two souls close?