“Would you prove me wrong? And let me be in your arms for one night.”
What if I was wrong? To keep you away from me. As if it might protect you from all the darkness and pain that surrounds me in this perpetual night. What if I was wrong to make that decision for you? Even though there’s a crack through the middle of my soul. Even if I’m not lost? Even if I’m not found? Even if I’m everywhere and nowhere? Everyone and no one? Even if there’s a million ways to run away, what if I was wrong about you? And you want to be here with me tonight. Would I still want you to go? Would you still want to stay? What a sad, silent song it is that I play on repeat.
Would you prove me wrong? And let me be in your arms for one night.
© Sarah Doughty
This was written in response to the #NovemberNotes challenge. Today’s inspiration was If I Be Wrong by Wolf Larsen.