You’re such a forgetful youth,
Going and dropping off your childish ways in a nearby landfill,
trying to grow up too fast.
But I guess maybe it may be time to cut ties.
Break your bond with that past self you enjoyed so much,
When words didn’t mean too much and there was always happiness after tears.
Smiling was never questionable, then.
Only vibrant, rosy cheeks, and laughter.
You seem to be forgetting already?
Why?
Why are you so ready to give that up?
It’s not as bad as you think.
Do you not remember when you allowed words to spill out of your mouth without a care in the world?
Can’t you recall the weightless feeling that flowed through your body as you ran through open fields,
Rolling peacefully in the grass and flowers that’d eventually make your allergies bad,
But still not caring at all.
Are you really that forgetful?
All the times mother was there to kiss your bruises and brush away your tears –
You won’t even allow her to see the streams now.
You’ve been wrapping your own wounds,
Attempting to help yourself.
You’re trying, though –
Choosing your words carefully,
Building barriers taller than buildings around yourself.
You’re right.
You’re pretty dang stuck, so grow up and be a forgetful youth.
