Cornerstone

I saw you picking flowers as you crouched under the weight of your own expectations. You hug the days that past all those months ago, and looking at you, I knew that time looped with cruelty in mind. I knock on your little house and you open and you laugh in tune with our melody, but I see you lost in your treasured desires. You make lists of everything you want, you, the end and the beginning of the universe. I smear my soul on my canvased walls, and you picked the lines of all our future bets. You try to balance between two trees, spreading yourself between where you are and where you want to be, and I want to make the connections that will save you from your decisions. I spill my layers of secrets to you, thinking you’d find some security but you flew away from your comfort zone. Composing the world out of thin air, when did you become so wise, the only child who never belonged? I will miss you as you fling yourself at your enemies and become the destroyer of all your sins. Maybe I’ll meet you one day, under the star drunk moon, and I’ll collect all my winnings, for I have bet on your happiness and your love. You became the cornerstone of all the memories, you’re the dreamer fighting to stay alive, and I have never felt so close to you as I did when we fell twelve feet from the sky.