Monday, November 15, 2010

Day 486: youth

you were told as a child
that youth was that sour taste under your tongue
the soil under your nails
and broken hearts
walls that crumble
like berlin

your youth was a splinter at the back of yourneck
a sticky taste on your palms
blood under the sheets
its not the same lie
we lay under different worlds
the skys are always falling
this isnt youth
its growing
its different
and your heart
isnt meant to crumble
hodl it like china
long and great
let your skin obsorb
leave the dirt there overnight

learn to breathe by morning

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