heartbreak,
You’ve got eyes like
you and your sisters shower too much these days
because you believe it’ll
wash out the fog.
Your hair breathes
nothing but swing sets and perspiration
and ends that split
the night dad slammed the door
behind his way out.
Your stomach doesn’t cry
it knows that it has
no right to complain
when other pieces of you
own so much more hunger
than it could ever imagine.
Do your ears hear your face trying to run?
It always looks like
that last anticipation before
the sprint,
the bolt.
but where you live, there are no thunderstorms.
No,
there are only fat tears
kissing checkerboards,
making rain sounds
without the light.
Do your legs know they weren’t actually built to carry this much?
Have your feet ever stopped long enough to know
what tired is?
Your mouth sings a silence
louder than I’ve ever heard,
and I know what air sounds like
after the fire’s been sucked out of it.
Children were meant to laugh.
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i checked this today, and for some reason this poem had been "un-viewable" and I refreshed to leave a comment saying "why for did you remove great writing?"
But when I refreshed, it came back. Consider yourself lucky...because I was gonna wreck havoc on you for deleting this.
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