i know you dont think im looking i see everything though i see the sparrows feed and the iron bars holding on
i see the murky water bowl and the sprints up the stairs i see moonlight situps because you are "training for the new season"
loose shirt, yet to you it is skin tight bulging like a balloon
and we all know what happens to balloons when they keep growing and growing swelling up they pop.
and you realise in fact, that the balloon that you thought was there was in fact. a lifeless hunk of rubber, desperate for a little air
now im not saying that the balloon is a figure of your mind but im saying that this is.
good ol' pop is a series of poems about my struggles of seeing others suffer, inspired by a loved one's struggle with anorexia, good ol' pop is a collection for the bystander, and for the observant.