When I just
turned thirteen
life was a dream
wonder abound in
the air
I didn't care
that was all in my mind
now I think too much
and waste my time
how did I become
so much
less
when all I wanted
was to be
more

Maybe you don't count the days
because you are in a hurry to escape
me, and for a while I was too, but I
wasn't afraid to look behind me
because my feet still moved
forward.
But it's been 126 days
and my name is
still the same.

it is not
necessarily
love
that hurts