Wilted Words

The little girl on the swing across from me looks a lot like me. With her unruly hair and crooked smile, She notices me watching and her smile only widens. I remember a time when our resemblance wasn't just physical, I remember a time when I skipped light as a feather instead of walking, constantly humming happy tunes, I remember a time when I was all smiles and vibrancy of existence.  When I look back at it I can't tell if it's real or a made up fragment of my memory. Because all I know is this reality,  Where my colors are faded, my outline is blurred I am a shadow of burned out flames. I had been the flames once.  Now my bones are made of steel they're too heavy to carry,  my spine is made of chalk there is always a chance that I'll snap in half, my skin is thin and doing a poor job of containing my insides I am always on the verge of spilling all over the place. The mayhem inside always on display.  my chest is a black box where you can see the truth ...

Time will freeze And those stolen hours will pass so swiftly like summer breeze, That, I am sure of, What I don't know is, does it always feel like this? You're holding my hands and they don't fit perfectly into yours, Our fingers aren't intertwined but it doesn't seem to matter, No one has ever held my hands before, that's what I want to say but instead I bite my lip and I kiss you, My clumsy hands roam freely on your body making an invisible trail on the map that is your skin, I want to memorize this path and go over it millions of times except that I have a poor sense of direction, and I get lost often, but I'll try not to lose my way.  The clouds covering the sky have somehow manged to cram inside my head, I can't seem to get enough, I have never knew how starved for affection I was up until this moment. The only thing that matters is the feeling of your arms around me, Strong and steady, My heart is anything but. Your patience i...