I think
You stepped on their heads on purpose.
They made it so simple, didn't they?
Stairway to heaven,
And you won't have to share when you reach it,
Those clouds,
Those safe and simple thrones of lofty clouds.
They trusted you
You stood out at once and they trusted you
And
I think
You stepped on their heads on purpose.
I'm only writing this
Because you're my favorite
And because this is why
And I'm a speculative girl
(You know this)
And I'm wondering if you
Are as speculative
Are you a
God amongst the children
Too
I know
I distanced myself from them on accident.
They confused me with their simplicity
How easily they were pleased
Appeased
Diseased
With the most ridiculous things
The dumbest
Idolizing the weak
Like themselves
And obeying the strong
Like us.
If I told you this
Any of this
I hardly think you'd understand.
But you're my favorite
With only three favorites before you
Who stepped on heads twice as well as you can
Only one ever realized
And now
He's distanced like me
But the distance is mutated
Because he was up in heaven too long
And all he could do by then was turn the clouds black like his hair and his new t-shirts.
The other two seem to have fallen
One farther than the other.
Those in power now
Reigning beside you
One who has climbed to the post up there
On impulse
Rambunctiously
Honestly, I think he's brilliant
And bold
And there's really nothing I can pin him for.
And the others who had to calculate to get where they are
They did it easily.
But you took skill
Charm
Those namelessly-colored eyes
Hm?
And you're my favorite
Because of how you stepped
With style!
With wicked style!
And that's how you sit there now,
My lovely favorite,
In glorious style.
But I choose to watch instead.
I'd rather not get my shoes dirty
With the blood you and your friends have left in their hair
By stomping a little too hard
When you stepped on their heads
Up to heaven
Down to earth
And back again.
Some day they'll be tired
And things will be better for us
Who crept to the distance
And have no ways to fall
When they surge
Up and surge
From beneath your feet
And let you tumble.
But for now
You're my favorite.
And I didn't choose you on purpose.
