There was once
a being
with swelling bones
and a glass blown
heart
Eyes that turned
into liquid
pools of sunlight
and gleaming caves
of glowing
silk beauties
Every bone in their body
Seemed to deteriorate
like the rotted wood
that held together
the stability
of their mental state
Where lines were drawn
messily onto
hard wood walls
And as they grew
so did the lines
Dinners were made
and beds too
There were times where they
cried
every night
because of the
inevitability
No more
waking up to a warm bed
and soft sweet kisses
from the distant
sun
No more
streaky paintings
painful runs
and random mishaps
at the small market
that sold their favorite
salty snacks
Until one day
they met that person
that made everything
a little more
bearable
That electric pulse
that swam through their veins
when they simply
nudged knuckles
and battered sneakers
That one they thought of
right when their brain
flickered on
and all they could think of
was how the other
played with their hair
and bit their lip
as they read
That need for answers
of why bad things happened
vanished because
how would you enjoy
something so
pure like them
if everything else seemed
to shine just as bright
as them