Harlequin

bright

maybe that's why everyone leaves me at some point in my life
they find brighter stars
bigger suns
they find themselves drawn to them
weak magnet, slow dancing, fast heartbeat
they find their lens warping like a glass mosaic
and me from helios to

a joke.

i cling onto childhood pipe
dreams, crayola fantasies when
i know my blood isn't milk and honey
my body isn't hercules
my soul doesn't glow

keep trying, keep trying
someday wishes really do come true
and mama keeps telling me to try
harderharderharderharderharder
but they try harder

than me.

maybe thirteen was when i stopped shining so
bright in their eyes.
curtain call, packing bags, go back home
even when you're not ready to

but the ringmaster is a busy man.