DULL PIECES OF TRUTH
mother, i have past inside me i did not hide perfectly / they confide me that life's only once and the world is terribly illogical / you're passing me the expire honey after you drip it into your tea and i'm half giggling about the school counselor's office and how there's a saggy couch and it's made of ugly faded maroon fabric / if i come across as irritated as it seems / perhaps it's because i am furiously unenthusiastic in the expectations that i am demanded to accomplish / forget love / it melts away like excessively sweet popsicles in the hot weather / i'm off the deep end stumbling all day through the weekend / sometimes the sharp bones of my life feel so heavy /
" i'm tired of it "
' tired of what? '
" decaying "
/ mom, am i still young? / can i dream for a few months more? /
