The Fine Art of Falling - Boy Sets Fire

I could lie here for a day

Tongue tied and out classed

Never missing their world that used to be my life

And I can’t remember what it was

That I always wanted

But it should have always been this rhyme and reason

Not withstanding

Folded into beauty

And if I hold this here forever

I will never drown

And when I lose my ground

I can always remember

This is my reason

You are my reason to stay

I have shed this dry hard shell

Traded its comfort for your eyes

Played with denial

And then denied my own defenses

It’s no longer a part of me

These questions, and insecurities

You will always be the most magnificent creation