Sapphirism

to anyone who's reading this, i know life is hard, bubble. i know it feels like no one understands. maybe no one does. i know it feels like you're a kid in an adult world, a broken tape stuck on repeat, a broken light bulb in an array of brilliant chandeliers. it's like you're living a double life: one with people and the other without, one onstage and one off it; and you don't even get any special mentions or credits for it. it's hard, and no one gets it. but even if no one does, you know it. always remember: you are a warrior and this is your battle. keep fighting. you may run out of ammunition, but you just need to look for it. if you don't get it, look harder. because it's there. i promise. whenever all hope has deserted you, when you feel like giving up, remember that you are here for a reason. you are my Bubble. capital B. you are important. you matter. even when you think you don't. Photo by  Castorly Stock  from  Pexels

  Will we be Just another memory? Just another photograph? In those dusty books In the attic Will we be Just another thing of past Just a thing that didn't last An unclosed relationship Stuck in static Are we Never gonna be strong enough Never gonna be so tough To last longer  Than a castle of sand Is it Destined to end this way Fated to cease today I don't want to let go I just wanna hold your hand Will our love be  Something stuck inside the pages An artefact lost in the ages Once so glorious, but now forgotten. Photo by  Markus Spiske  from  Pexels

When you looked at me from between the iron bars, your hands gripping them too tight, I could almost pretend that I was free and you were the one stuck inside. I glanced at the four walls that seemed ice-cold, even on a summer afternoon, and then at your knuckles that were turning white from clutching the bars. Now that you're here, I don't know what I feel. I'm just numb... I got what I wanted, but what do I do with it now? Why do you still come here, anyways? You can't love me now, not anymore; do you love this place, then? It seems rather morbid and depressing. I even tried to end my life here, a couple of times. But I failed, of course. Just like I failed in everything else I tried to do. Just out of curiosity, can you see the stars now? You always said that the darkness around the stars was thousand times more beautiful and beguiling than the twinkling little lamps. You taught me to see the stars, even though you yourself stared at the eternally foreboding mud