I'm still a kid.
but I can see that you are too.  

                                                                                               why am I a kid?

I can see that you want to be
loved.

you can deny it
but do I need to rip
my bleeding heart
from my chest
to show you the scars
that are carved in your
handwriting

for every scar
you've made
on my heart

i've pinned an apology note
so that it knows
everything was my fault

she plays the music loud
when no one is around
she dances like there's no tomorrow
and never a yesterday
she basks in the palpable sound
of her rapid (rabid) heartbeat
bare feet pounding
into unhallowed ground