A boy waltzed into my life
A life I'm not sure I ever wanted
Eyes sparkling and a puffed out chest
He was a bird of many backgrounds
His beak curved like the love that followed
Fragile bones accompanied in secret
It watched in the dark, awaiting the day it cracked
He was a man of honor, compassion, everything anyone could have imagined
He wasn't perfect
He was far from perfect
And I wanted to help him find peace
But ended up throwing him in waters of uncertainty and the drowning sense of depression
My purpose was to simply apply a bandaid and kisses of get wells
And instead I stabbed him with a knife and gutted him dry
It wasn't clean,
It was far from clean
And it was all my doing
I took him and pressed a sharpened stick to his stomach until I heard a pop
I added more force until the stained wood had weaved in and out of his tired body
I threw him over a fire, turning him ever so slightly
Until I had deemed him done
And tossed him in the dirt where the maggots could feast once more
And it was all my doing
So now I pay for what I have done
Because it was all my doing.
