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.