Youth

No.10

strand of hair no.3

ONE DAY WE MAKE THE MOST OF EVERY SECOND TOGETHER
THEN THE NEXT, WE DON’T EVEN LOOK AT EACHOTHER 
YOU ASK TO HANG OUT ONCE
THEN DON’T ASK ON ANOTHER 

WE KEEP IN TOUCH ONE DAY
AND THE NEXT, WE HAVE NOTHING TO SAY 

IT’S INCONSISTENT
I WANT IT PERSISTENT 

ONE DAY WE HEAL
THE NEXT, WE DEAL
BULLETS ARE SHOT THROUGH US
BUT THEN WE THINK OF US

WE UNINTENTIONALLY GROW ARMS OUT
AND SHOOT EACH OTHER IN BROAD LIGHT
THEN MAKE IT RIGHT

I’M FINE
I DON’T MIND
I LIE
I’M LOSING ALL THAT’S MINE

LIKE A COOKIE DIPPED IN TEA,
I JUST WANT IT THE WAY IT USED TO BE
SIMPLE AND SWEET
NOT WHAT WE
HAVE NOW,
CRUMBING DOWN