Sanctuary - [OC] - QB

Sanctuary

I knew this would happen.


I knew that if I let this go on too long, things will change. 


Your place in my world has shifted and settled into a space where the idea of us has no limit.


The sanctuary I built for you is like a steamy cavernous hot spring that smells of jasmine, lilacs and warm vanilla. 


The sediment of the Earth glitters gold there.


I colored my sanctuary pink and kept the walls tight to keep you in it a little longer. 


I knew this would happen. 


I knew that I will always be the one who feels this more, I need you more than you need me. 


Despite my commands, I am chained to this circumstance of convenience. 


Lie to me and tell me that you too made a sanctuary. 


Lie to me and tell me that you filled it with all the beautiful and delicate things in life.


Lie to me, and say that I’m worth that kind of, appreciation. 


Lie to me, and say, love. 


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