I wrap myself around these sound waves
so the memories don't fall,
drown in starlight that will speak to me when you're gone.
I am not a realist so I will cover my walls in sirens,
undo buttons I will never press,
romance when all the confusion collides.
I am not an artist so I will feel the change in altitude
without climbing high,
pull your misleading silver down over me.
I am not a soul to save but I will tell you how much I want it,
the absence of white noise,
this is such a good place to give up and fall.
I am not a realist but I will hold this together,
a heart born with the burning,
I am so delusional
I will drown in you and call it the best oxygen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem