Weightless

They perceive you as weightless, but you could sink a ship with that heart.

All that loneliness must exhaust you, it must sting furiously,

Still, you hold it delicately like a feather and play it smart.

If you just let me, I would grab a dart and pop your fears like a balloon,

Let them hear the screams you have been hiding under the surface,

Unmask all your biggest villains, all your goons.

But it is too soon, and you know it better than any weatherman could –

Some of us are born to stand in the freezing cold, just waiting,

Covered in the blood of strangers and thick soot.

If you let me see your numbing foot before it becomes way too late,

I would cover you in sunrays, give you some chamomile tea,

Then let you limp away and leave it all up to the fate.

They see you shake the first snow out of the clouds, they see you smiling.

You could cover the whole city in ice with your tears,

But they can never know how much it takes for you to keep trying.

They find you beguiling, their cheeks turn red as you change the seasons.

You are weightless, you are ethereal to them, so you know –

It is easier to upkeep the illusion and cover any reason.

Their insensitivity feels like a treason, and you choose to carry the blame.

And if you must admit it, you know it as well as I do –

Their perceptions keep you alive, but they kill you all the same.

-Jackie