Skeptical Paradox ?
For fear of your own fear ?
Waiting by the doorsteps
With a giant laughter underneath
Loud and beautiful as a birthmark
The day hasn’t grown older yet
But my inner child is done feasting,
On strawberries and tales,
Takeaways from the past,
And all the “lovers” I couldn’t love back
So I boxed my ruins,
Like a birthday present
With a smile standing on my face
I threw their remains in the belly of the sea
I will not need them again,
Not where I am going.