Face It

Too Far

We were those beautiful kids

with the hopes and the dreams

and the never ending streams of questions.

We were the guardians of our silver lined halos

that saw only light.

Optimism fell

from the swing

of our skip

like beams of something

that looked a hell of a lot like sunshine

to those who saw our prime.

We were the pretty things with the smiles;

no front teeth,

with blue lollipop eyes and no anger beneath

that sugar coated

polished

pink existence.

We were a tapestry of innocence,

but we fell out of sync

out of touch,

touches that felt like a promise

until we fell

and broke

like glass over scotch stains in that carpet

and it's not your fault,

you sinner, you goddamn fuck up

but it's not my fault either so shut your mouth.

Shut the mouth that's let fly too many lies and obscenities:

words that used to sit like monsters

in the closets of our vocabulary

who have since been set free,

all too comfortable now on the tavern

of the curve

of your tongue.

That tongue that licked frosting

from spoons in your mother's kitchen

is tainted and blackened by the soot of self sovereignty.

They never should have let us go,

like petals on a wind that couldn't carry.

We fell heavy and hard

without the breath of a mother's softness,

you beautiful thing,

you're drowning in the liquid that subdues and sets fire in you.

I'm wasted in the wastelands of my own mind,

my bones fight for the light beneath my skin

and I let them.

A new bone,

a new outline of my splintering skeleton

stretching from my body each day.

We were those beautiful kids,

with the hopes and the dreams

but you can't hold onto childhood forever.

So there's only one question left:

what are we to hold to but our pasts when you're-

when we're-

slipping from the seams...

Too far beneath...

Too far.