A Boy With Roses

Skylight

We come together, but we\'re separated by breves. Feet apart, we stick to our roots. You show me the mirror and I\'m homesick, remembering the town I grew up in, the town where I found my wings. I show you my heart, broken and clear. You think I\'m joking but I\'m serious. You\'ve seen me laugh and cry. You\'ve seen how I breathe in carbon dioxide. You\'ve seen how I\'ve lived, existing in this biosphere of fake smiles, existing in this orchestra of self-destruction. I\'m the seashell you promised to take home and fix, but you can\'t put me back together with glue. I\'m more than you think I am. I yearn for those summers I missed out on, for those nights of binocular love. I look into your eyes and I see the sadness. Hidden beneath the surface, I\'m drowning in cold waters. I give you a frivolous look. I can read you like a book. Reel me in and tie me up. Tell me to shut up and I\'ll listen. I\'ve learned to live with a broken heart. I\'ve learned how fathers leave their children stranded. I never should have believed you, I should have known this would happen when I gave you my heart and you said you\'d take care of it. Now I know. Now I believe in divinity. I wish I would have listened.