Original Poetry

Scars to Stars

Drinking root beer, chugging Sprite

'Til our heads felt helium-light

It would last forever, we thought that night

And for a while, it seemed like it might.

But childhood morphed into something queer

Riddled with moth-eaten dreams and new fears

You escaped from that nowhere-place, memory seared

Their cries of "come back!" drawing blood from your ears.

You left one to slice at her skin, drawing scars

One feigned her disinterest, as high as the stars

The rest all forgot you when you left in your car

But for those two, two hundred miles never seemed so far.

And they hate you, they hate you, while denying they do --

Not as much as you can't stand yourself, this is true --

They don't know that in leaving you've been split in two

And the worst part is that you always, always do.