I’m scared of thunderstorms.
I’m afraid of the darkness.
I say ‘the darkness’ like it’s just one darkness.
Like it’s the same darkness everywhere.
And tonight, the two have cooked up a feast for me.
In a strange city.
A city where no one will look for me.
I consider losing myself here, hence.
Sometimes, I consider what when no one will come searching.
I’m scared of heights.
I’m afraid of falling too hard.
I say falling too hard, in context to you.
You know who you are.
But you don’t know why I can’t fall for you.
I keep writing you love letters.
Love letters that you’ll never read.
They’ll char from the fire raging inside of me.
I write to you in the darkness with thunderstorms witness.
And I lose you in the wound-up lanes of this strange city.