[ october 18th, 2k14 ]
compact size isn't good enough for you
i've shrunken one time too many to fit
what you want me to be,
which is what i can't be.
you've deferred me,
given me the antithesis of
growing pains.
i can't be what you want from me,
alright
i can't shrink to fit you, dad
you have dreams for me
that exceed the exosphere
but let me bring you back to earth -
i'm a person,
and i can't shrink the mural that is
i
to fit your wallet-sized,
pitcture-perfect family
this... this shrinking
is not living
you know it as well as me,
so please,
let me be.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
