I look forwards to the days
where I can feel the dew in the grass beneath my feet
and the warmth of the sun on my face
and the wind in the trees and
songs of the birds
and I can be happy.

where things are meant to be
and maybe we don’t believe in magic
but you see the darkest depths
of my soul and you don’t run
and I can see into your beautiful mind
and that’s
fate.

there’s a different world somewhere
in the future that I want to curl
my fingers into and run away with;
a world where good things
happen to me and where
I get to fill the dark empty
numbness inside me
with memories
shared with
someone
else.