As a child we’re told
It’s sticks and stones
That will break your bones
And words that will never hurt
But what happens when
Those words continue to ring in your ear
From the sharpest of tongues
Progressing through life
Still haunting you at every turn.

& really, do you even mean what you say? why do we feel like a trap, you were never supposed to be a prison stay. in all actuality you freed me. i mean, at least that’s what i used to think. now i guess i just feel used. finding myself wanting to go back to the forgotten days. how'd i ever let it get this far? hell, where do i begin? your smile. your lips. a promise, never to be fulfilled. an ache, a need, a dismissed agenda. words cannot express the pain that forms when you say you don’t remember. is there something that i missed? i can’t help myself from going back. i voluntarily drown in our memories. you fill my lungs, take my breath, you can keep everything that’s left.

I stand in the road
Just a little longer
When I walk

Just a little tease for death
In our never ending game of hide and seek

It feels powerful

Understanding but
Not really feeling, the need
Others have when they
Absolutely cannot be
Without someone else around.