“i want to grow up”
ugly words passed through beautiful young lips that knew no bad
and kissed their parents to sleep every night
that licked cold ice cream on hot summer evenings and
turned purple during long wintry days spent sledding
i absorb those ugly words into my blackened soul
and let them churn in my stomach
and run through my rotten lungs that have been fed so many lies
i drove at sunset today and had to pull to the side of the road and cry
as every youthful memory i owned hit me like a wave
i remember staying out late to catch fireflies and keeping them in jars
for my own enjoyment
i visited the cemetery last week and left flowers for the girl i knew in middle school
she didn’t want to grow up either
and on the way back i stopped at the bar and drank my sorrows away
and couldnt help but remember when i was younger and wanted to be older
so my father would give me the big girl cups for my orange juice
those were the times where i ran to school and ran home because i loved both places
and i picked weeds and told them they were beautiful
i’m a weed and i need to be told i’m beautiful by every onlooker just to feel okay
when did i stop wanting to wake up in the morning
when did i stop enjoying the sunrise
when did everyone i care about leave in the shadows
when did this start happening
when
when
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