In Another World

Maybe in another world, I get to wake up in your arms and watch you sleep. In another world, you don’t feel like you have to lie to me and keep me at a distance just so I don’t end up falling for you. In another world, I can hold you when you cry.

In another world, you don’t think a hundred times before showing me the tiniest part of your heart. In another world, we don’t limit the glimpses of our souls that we grant each other. In another world, I don’t write and then delete texts asking you to meet me. In another world, we don’t dance around the lies we tell each other. In another world, we don’t feel like we have to lie to each other at all.

In another world, I don’t have needles growing up from my skin and you don’t block out every voice with the noise in your head. In another world, we don’t much care what people say and we meet each other at the right time. In another world, I let you read the poems I wrote for you and you care enough to listen to me when I sing.

In another world, my mother smiles more often and I don’t like holding ice-cold cans of soda in my hands until they go numb. In this other world, you see right through me, and you know how much love my body holds for you. In another world, you do your best to look at me a little softer and I don’t knock anymore before entering your room.

In another world, I give myself the grace I give everyone else, and you are not scared to let your guard down in front of me. 

But in this world, I still have scars and you gave some of them to me.