seventeen

green skies

remember, you told me i was nothing but a shame to you?

and we were walking through the woods at night.

kept glassy tears inside, cold under the moonlight,

eyes sparkling with unshared pain and cry

as all the roads we passed seemed angled

remember, you were telling me not to slouch?

when i was young, i used to stare right down

instead of looking high, right at the sky.

but somehow ground always seemed pleasing

now my chest’s so heavy,

now the light silvers these tall pines

while we’re driving.

while we’re moving on

the words, sprinkled with disgust,

i chose not to believe them.

what makes you think i want it?

what makes you think i want you in my life?

do all children like pain, or was i special?

did i do something wrong? tell me.

life’s whirling through train windows, cheap cigarettes and lies —

i’m born in the same woods, calling your name again,

lost in green skies.