We are what you used to be.
Before you found your soulmate.
Before you lost your soul.
I think I saw it out on the back patio.
Cut up. Bleeding. Attracting bad people.
Faith and innocence dying along side.
"What a subjective term-- innocence,"
You mutter with a smirk.
Cigarette pressed between thin lips.
Sad lips. I remember.
"That will kill you," I say,
Motioning at your new hobby.
But you turn away. "I want to die."
Well, I want to live, so I leave.
My friends are waiting at the corner.
To continue our adventure
To live forever.
We will lay on the hot driveway,
Fanned by butterfly wings.
We could fly too. If we want.
To the lake and back
Before our Pop Tarts are done toasting
And then we will mount our bikes
And ride to the setting sun
Promising to make it one day.
But it always leaves, so we just go home.
To our parents.
Who love us.
All while you sit in your room
Vodka bottle set between your knees
And as our day of laughter ends
And our sun waves good-bye
You roll up your sleeve
And wonder which vein to cut first.
