I believe in Nothing,
after This is all over,
before Everything began,
So if This is Something,
even just a little bit…
it matters who I spend my time with.
You’re so in love it sets your eyes on fire.
See, I need to feel that too.
I’m simply not falling in love with you.
So take back your gifts of golden bracelets.
I don’t feel comfortable giving them away.
Though soft and made of finer things…
They are chains all the same.
Paige Six | 2021
*a draft I’ve been aspiring to finish since I’ve sought to build off of the final stanza since 2017. It’s still sitting on my chest. One of the mornings I’m going to rise and sing the right companion verses. Until then, we have this.