Kids in the back of their parents car
Press their nose on to the glass
Windows fogged, widened eyes
Watch the world as we pass
Remember then, and there and now
Remember all the screaming
How we never made a sound
Each world we live in is our own
Each head we fill contains a piece
Sometimes cry myself to sleep
There’s something more to me at least
Remember the weight that words produced
Remember how innocently I seduced
Each smile from your drunken lips
Discovered by my armored hips
Brutalized by poisoned eyes
Reflecting all these well-worn lies
Voyaging into a twisted time
Burning high a forgotten shrine
I am no vortex
You are the passage
I am simply a conductor
Your life is not in my hands
I have no hands
You cannot take the things you’ve said
And mold them into truth
You can say and talk and do
But that doesn’t make them true
If I could carve off a piece of my heart
In exchange for a single wish
Would it be that one thing you said
That one thing you did or felt
Was real?
Was it a smooth break?
Or were we shattered?
If only it mattered.
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