Forgetting used to be such an easy thing
When you were 5 and the world was new
A balloon in your hand and light in your eyes
Letting go seemed so impossible
But you would watch as it drifted away
Onto new worlds and new hands
Never to be thought of again

Forgetting used to be such an easy thing
But now its 15 years later and I keep balloons
Store them under my bed to collect dust
Because I couldn't just let them fly away
Would it mean they didn't happen?
Would it mean I didn't care?
Were those balloons all just in my head?

Forgetting used to be such an easy thing
But now I need evidence or I fear,
I fear it'll have all just been in my head.

I have lived my life in muted tones,
In dark shadows and shady corners,
But now I walk through shining lights,
Armed with a thick skin and a new mind,
Now I feel and see and live and breathe,
But even when it still hurts and aches and stings,
I know that this light,
This new warm and suffocating light,
Is a thousand miles from that dark.

I do not want to write,
Flowing, beautiful metaphors,
To describe this pain,
I want to shout from the hills,
And scream from the caves,
Bitter words of pain,
I want to rid myself,
of this dark cloud,
of this deep ache,
of this dreaded curse.

the boy was skipping rocks below
the girl she sat and watched aglow
she knew the danger of her heart
to fall was indeed to fall apart

but he took her by the trusting hand
and walked her to the golden sand
she gave him all that she could give
but what a life that boy could live

one heart was not enough for him
not even one full to brim
that boy he broke her just for fun
but to her that boy was like the sun

now she walks with within the dark
her heart of summer now lay stark
she knew the danger of her heart
to fall was indeed to fall apart

Her petals may be bright,
But they are tainted by man,
Her stem is strong,
But boots can crush,
Straining towards the light,
But forever in her shadow,
Never graced by fingertips,
Picked to personify love,
Few may admire the colour,
Fewer the curve,
But she will endure,

She must.

I have no care,
For poetic flare,
Just get me the ****,
Out of here.