they say a picture speaks a thousand words
but i wonder why yours only whisper one.
you say you would cross an ocean to find me
but the sea between us is actually none.
i would write our story in a book
but you won’t read it even out of curiosity.
you would cook all your favorite dishes
but i know those aren’t meant for me.
i’ve always believed that there’s forever
as long as you and me exist.
but it turns out it’s a one-sided belief
one i unconsciously persist.
i guess your extremities were just mere words
meant to untangle hearts from webs of isolation
and your love just a figure of speech
just a replica of your true intention.