Skylines in My Imagination

the sky was always the limit,

so i aimed for the tops of lampposts

on empty streets,

half covered by fog that a glow

seemed to almost pierce through.

‘you can grow a tiny bit taller,

and fly a little faster’

so if i launch myself high enough,

maybe i’ll reach the craters that

everyone else forgets about.

if i pretend that i’m fine, will i

feel better about things that seem

too far from my reach?

(i swear i’m)

not shy, just extremely anxious

and i do wish

time could move a little slower

so i can adore the sound of rain droplets

that dance across balconies;

watch them almost kiss

my shoulders and

leave my heart empty.

and the sky was always the limit

until you came along and

told me about cafes on saturn,

places in your imagination.

‘you seem to pierce through

everything that scares me,’

though i can’t begin to say it–

maybe one day i can

forget about everything else,

feel almost limitless.