crying glitter and drinking stars

image

could you forget my image?

it's so breakable, shattering, unspeakable.

and i if i drop down, could you forget?

it's so realistic, heart crunching and plausible.

guys like him and girls like me.

i'm easily forgotten, my image is in pencil.

it's erasable, unstable and vulnerable.

girls like me aren't impactful.

i will never keep him up at night because he's thinking about me.

my image, is fading. will they grab out to reach it?

my brother keeps his hands behind his back.

my mother stirs the dinner cooking on the stove.

my father looks away and types into his computer.

it's horrible, relatable and carefully planned.

the seconds are ticking by, the sky is hazing off with gray black dust.

my breath is sputtering out.

my paper scrambled with my image is beaten down my rain.

will you remember my image, in this world? will you remember as it begins to rain?