#on the spot

Holding chaos in your palms like you created it yourself
Singing the anthem like it was your own triumph
Cradling your head in your hands like it does something

You murmur sweet nothings like you’re in love
Battling bittersweet thoughts like you can fight
Throwing off desk sets like it’s your birthday

Sprinting and halting on to your knees like you’re happy
Announcing your part like it’s a good choice
You string me along like I had a choice in the first place

Waking up in winter like any other day
Quaking through my palms like the Earth’s rumble
Running and tumbling down like snow down an avalanche

Holding your chaos in my palms like I created it myself
Yelling out your name like it’s my own
If only I could cradle your head in my hands so it does something