Boy, you spent your life in garden gloves and dirty knees.
You made friends out of those vines and cactus needles.
You sewed your heart into your sleeves and dreamt of purple skies.
Boy, you were locked away in a body you didn't belong in.
You didn't feel the lonely, because lonely was all you knew.
Your demons couldn't reach you in the clouds.
Boy, your skin is made of acid and your lips are laced in toxin.
You didn't know what the warmth felt like.
You didn't know the dangers ahead.
You had no fears.
Boy, you found love and learned what it meant to lose it.
Now what will you do with the heart that you so lovingly stitched into your very being?
You now know what lonliness means.
Your demons didn't need to climb, you fell right into their claws.
