I want to be with you as the world falls down.
I want to be in your arms that I fell for.
I want you to be in my arms
as the nukes and atomic bombs
land softly behind us.
Soft
like the conversations we had
as little kids hiding from monsters in blanket forts,
as adults hiding from our friends,
whispering
with lipstick-stained
tangerine lips that you
pulled thin pink fibres from.
We touch
and tease
like those excited little kids;
so secretive
so public.

I want to be with you as the world caves in,
and I would be obliged to stay in your arms
as the flames lick and envelope around us,
because that heat is dull in comparison
to the warmth I feel with you.
The warmth that fills my heart,
brushes my cheek,
and causes blush across my chest too;
but I don’t notice those colours,
ever,
because you somehow
had the capability
to make me unable to notice beauty in
anything
but
you.


© lilac_of_hope
Image found on Pinterest, from @ hieyaaa on Instagram.
Inspired by Halsey - I LEFT THE PARTY. (IWLMIIC, Simon & Schuster, 2020.)