all those girls who want to be what they call tiny

i dare them to look at pictures of the

people

in the holocaust

and may be they will not want to be what they call tiny anymore.

you lived without me before you met me.

she was very blunt.

no, no i didn’t. that wasn’t living.

he was very romantic.

i only existed before i met you.

i think he decided

very inconspicuously i might add

that they had grown apart

their roots had gone separate ways

hers up towards the sunshine bursting out of the earth with a lusty yearning for the amber beams and the sharpness of oxygen and to see to see to see

and his had gone down deeper into the cool dirt weaving an intricate maze searching for absolutely nothing well probably her but she wasnt there anymore and so he thought he might just keep going down or even die

their roots had gone separate ways

they had grown apart

and very inconspicuously i might add

i think he decided

that he missed her

the pitter patter of

my heart

migrating towards

your heart

since when have you decided that is okay to buy into lies

and since when did you forget how to be little

and since when are you not satisfied anymore with the sun and a short book

since when did you forget that you are forgiven and a new creation

and since when did you stop waking up

and since when did you lose your blue notebook with all the good thoughts in it

i

am not so sure if i like you anymore since today

and we stood on a stone wall

pointing our fingers

wind blowing through our hair

some ridiculous joke as an access to our laughter

screaming to the world with a moving image

THIS IS YOUTH