Potential

We were seconds away from exploding. Now we just pretend.

Building the World

I can feel the world building

wrapped in flannel sheets and layers on your limbs

undercover hearts beat fierce

and tongues search for a hint of last nights rum

warm breath leaves goose flesh maps

and when fingers reach inside

I scream daybreak into the sky

Growing up

And it's sad, how much magic the world loses 

as we grow up

Force

I sat in wonder and awe

of the force of emotion it took

to break such a small word.

Object of Magic

This is an indirect object

full of magic

and wonder

and awe

which means it will probably disappear

before you realize its full potential. 

Brutal

The truth was

that all of 

this pain,

this guilt,

and this sorrow

could have been prevented,

and it was the knowledge of this,

the knowing,

that made is so fucking brutal.

Belief

Hold on to what you believe in, kid.

Sometimes faith is all you'll have left.