i try to be the one
the one that doesn't
but i do
i have a care for only youth
and doing what i know
and fearing that i can't feel
and coming to this juncture
where careful hearts just shrug
and awkwardly say they don't care
but all the angels will never heal
the words that were spoken
in jest and piss and ignorance
i don't know why i cry at night
when i don't know how to talk
and my head and heart seem so inarticulate.
thanks for being my friend.
thanks for acceptance without conditions
care without expectations.
