In Between

I do not know where I belong tonight,

As I am pulled between standing in unwritten words,

Surrendering to fragile perceptions of what might have been,

Or spiraling around sentences of idealism. 

If I sought my sanity for company,

I would reject every version of you that bound me to the illusion of freedom,

Enfold me before I fall into the nest of your cryptic affection, 

And guard me from sparking your image across every corner of my thoughts.

But if I let myself be a lover tonight, 

I would collect you from the debris of the war within me, 

Sit still with a memory of your touch and the curve of your lips, 

And allow myself to be buried beneath the weight of your subsided love.

Do not ask where I belong tonight, 

I am caught between the extremes of the incarnation of my providence

and the falsehood of my color.

Neither favors me.

Tiffany Putri - Nov 24, 2024