the engine of a city roared
a million thoughts dancing with no one to say them
we held it in,
cowered our heads
and obeyed
the lines were there,
so we stayed inside these wishes.
the boundaries were too tough to break
living within these walls
we gave up.
because time moves fast
and soon we’ll be old
and soon youth
will be nothing but a mirror we glance in
wondering how we got these wrinkles,
asking why we did those things we did
wondering if the mistakes we made
were really mistakes at all
i wish i paid attention to more things
i wish i could remember how you were
not how i remember you to be.
I know the world threatens to solidify your heart and turn this beating, pulsing, great big thing, into stone.
I know you’ve been hurt.
I know you’ve been discarded.
Put upon.
Abused,
Taken advantage of.
Hurt,
Betrayed.
Lied to—in the name of love.
my heart is cold and tired
weak, yet beating.
i haven’t been listening to you sweet one
and for that i am sorry
i cannot understand you these days
drop everything and run away
but how can i run with no direction
but the sunset?
is home the dividing line
and fence that separates us from others
is it the walls that held our tears and our joy,
our traditions and pictures
is that where home lies?
is home the stories you’re afraid to tell
where you could shut the door and live in your imagination
where you knew what it meant to make people proud,
or to let them down,
is home expectation?