I have traveled back in time
Or maybe I have dreamt this place in 1987
A bank
My mother a teller
In the middle of a divorce
Or maybe the divorce hasn’t happened yet
My father walks in
He is a security guard
College dropout
Ex-marine
Loves fighting as much as I do
She never went to college
Maybe she thinks he is mysterious
He prevents a robbery
Beats a man in the parking lot
He flirts with her over a coffee break
And this is the part where everything goes fuzzy
Because I could never see my father as a charming man
I want to tell them to stop
If love at first sight
Cared enough to have foresight too
They’d stop
Maybe they were nice people once
If we all knew what we’d one day become
We could fix things
I want to tell them that they will have children
I want to tell them about the things that they will do to these children
And then to themselves
And back and forth and back and forth
Like a pendulum made of knives and soft things
But I do not exist in this place in 1987
And even if I did
I want to live
I want to live
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
I have traveled back in time
Or maybe I have dreamt this place in 1987
A bank
My mother a teller
In the middle of a divorce
Or maybe the divorce hasn’t happened yet
My father walks in
He is a security guard
College dropout
Ex-marine
Loves fighting as much as I do
She never went to college
Maybe she thinks he is mysterious
He prevents a robbery
Beats a man in the parking lot
He flirts with her over a coffee break
And this is the part where everything goes fuzzy
Because I could never see my father as a charming man
I want to tell them to stop
If love at first sight
Cared enough to have foresight too
They’d stop
Maybe they were nice people once
If we all knew what we’d one day become
We could fix things
I want to tell them that they will have children
I want to tell them about the things that they will do to these children
And then to themselves
And back and forth and back and forth
Like a pendulum made of knives and soft things
But I do not exist in this place in 1987
And even if I did
I want to live
I want to live
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