a shot in the dark can mean anything —
maybe you were afraid, or maybe you knew,
even with the world around you cloaked,
exactly where to aim.
the stars hid their faces in shame
when we flouted their rules
but something else glowed that night
and even with your feet off the ground
no sky could swallow you whole.
maybe no one could know
whether it was wrong or right
or if love is honest of a cruel liar
let’s not turn this film scene into
the scene of a crime.
and maybe we’re just another tragedy
or perhaps there’ll be a happily ever after,
you told me ‘it’s never that simple, is it?’
the swings took us back and forth,
and we never got anywhere but where we were
but it’s still beautiful here
and it doesn’t matter where we go now.
what’s the worst that could happen?
(the poem for j, because @thegamesbegin and @holygroundpiano liked my post and I assumed that meant I should post it skdjdkdj)
