35 Poem by Tori Bachue

35



These false signs are hard to resist

Like a bouquet of flowers

But I'm afraid of thorns I perhaps fail to see

Observing what's passed

Reading between the lines -

Believing what I want to believe

I'm too scared to ask

What if it's real?

Needing to deny the butterflies in my stomach

How could it be real?

Are you the star to guide me

Or the dark pretender

Leading me astray

I would give up everything

And nothing at all

A two-sided knife

A medal swaying

A clock ticking

Please, be real.

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