She wants to run away
Into a strangers arms
Weaponised love; accepted
Her parents don’t care
Grandparents say she can cook
That’s her pitch
What will happen once you arrive
Lost and stranded
Strange land; distant people
She does it because she will care
Barely an adult; thin promise
A hope of better quality of life
Cut paper; cut fingers
Blood on her letters
She’s lost control; the words are empty
She wants an empty suit
A man who works
A leaf on the tallest tree
What is she after
She doesn’t know; she knows that much
Do you believe in radical acceptance?
Well think about it. It could help.
The world will be out to get you wherever you run. You cannot hide from yourself. Where can you go to seek shelter from pain? Within. In peace. In constant love. Conceptual romance. No bonds or knots. Alone or together. You will be fine. You will be at rest.