I wore my best self today, as a mask,
as I wore you for a while just to hide
that you mirror the forgotten side of my heart.
And I watched myself, from outside,
as I talked, walked, and dreamed
as an earthling fully grounded in this life.
I heard the mask as it cracked
when I sat by my side, shadow close, eyes wide,
seeing old me-s in each lost passerby.
Nothing ever gets old, just that time
grows to cover it all up. So I time traveled
to see if I was still there with you keeping guard.
Half-bloods are bound to be
trapped in-between half-heard and I just forgot
Not a dear, not a rose, just sad-bound all your life.
I scratched the half-blood birthmark
burning in my mind – sad-bound all your life,
escape when you find the meaning of life.
I played the word game, as you threw them around
and I made a puzzle somehow always
reading: I love you for all that you are not.
Not only you were still keeping guard –
but you were holding up the mask
to hide that you hate me for all that you are not.
But half-bloods know more
than anyone alive
what it’s like to love with a crooked heart –
it hurts when you breathe and when you talk
otherwise, it burns with the light
of a thousand falling stars.
(keep holding up the mask if it means
that you‘ll be close enough to touch).