Feigning Innocence

A Poem By Flying Past Clouds // 4/14/2014

I'll pretend to know what I'm doing just for a moment, for a chance, I'll fight to keep us alive, fight until my vision is blurred by my own sweat, fight until my hands are raw, fight until my voice is hoarse and every muscle and bone in my body aches, but this beast, this monstrosity, what they think they know they don't truly know, what they think is the best is actually killing me, what they feel is true is merely lies, and I'm screaming and fighting but they are so blinded and infatuated with their own so-called "brilliance" that they cannot see beyond their own nose, they refuse to know beauty, they refuse to wrap their ignorant heads around the life-saving ability we hold so dear. They take away, beat, twist and deform us into a mockery of what we stand for, they steal away my will to live and I shudder to think what prolonged exposure to this torture could do to me - will they finally win? They've come so, so close in the past, and I have to hand it to them, but I suppose four years of fighting for something I didn't even love has destroyed my morale and corrupted my resolve. But my love, I'll hold on. I'll hold on, I'll hold on, I'll cling to whatever I can to remind myself that we, we are the starlight and we are the moonlight and we make the darkness of night so, so beautiful and we are free! We're free because we say so, we're free because we love, we're free because the two of us are so madly, daringly in love that we make them and their malformed hate that they pass off as some twisted form of affection look pale. We cling to each other, hang onto every embrace and drink in every word, glance, truth, declaration that flows from the other's lips, I'm drunk on the color of your eyes and you're high off the mutual rebellion we've forged in the months we've known each other, we're dying but we're bursting with life, we're bleeding but we're growing so strong, soon we'll be strong enough to fight these evils and we'll come out victorious. But until then, I'll pretend to know what I'm doing just for a moment, for a chance, I'll fight to keep us alive, fight until my vision is blurred by my own sweat, fight until my hands are raw, fight until my voice is hoarse and every muscle and bone in my body aches, and I'll try to forge my way through whatever tortures the next weeks have for me to endure, and I promise I'll dream of you to keep our future gold.

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