Child romance, I didn’t think it was
I had small hands in your grasp

I considered expressing “hellos and best wishes”
Reality, said I shouldn’t try too hard
Literal, thought it hadn’t been the eternity needed
And logic reasoned I should wait till' you thought of "hellos" too

These truths wouldn’t console me
When you’d tell of your sold soul
Nor would they sew my confidence back
Once you delivered your sharp words

But I want to speak to you to feel closer to what once was true.

Our rings to shield, the rings to conserve
Rings to claim we loved one another
Were rusted with the
Liquid I cried, exchanged and used,
I was left so dehydrated from the wound that was you.

And that is when I remember what you had been,

When your touch was no longer lightning to my skin
And you were only mildly fascinating like a passing rain
You were wrenched and I became deluded for what I thought was love

But then those truths in the catacombs of my mind
Broadcasted and advertised along your every touch, your every kiss
Expressing a child romance
And what you really were to me
Passing