my eyes

are like white lies

torn between truth

and love.

honesty lies

within the artificial light

of my bedroom

its walls still strewn

with childlike scribbles

and on the other side

a galaxy awaits

with your love like a black hole

pulling me into

an unfamiliar world.

how do i know

what is best for me

if both are behind

shattered glass?

has my grief

been only a window

for me to see

the real world?