Inner Child

"Say 'please' and you can have that Red."

Adult talk.

My inner child was lied to.

That pretty girl who sat by the window in kindergarten class

Wouldn't pass the crayon.

"I guess we're not friends anymore"

She fluttered her lashes at me and I watched her flowery lips move

"We will not be friends today,

Then friends again tomorrow,

Then after that you'll be my enemy like today,

E.T.C."

It sounded ingenious,

so I swore with my pinky

And proceeded to poke her in the eye

Which eventually made me cry

My inner child was lied to.

And yet my inner child believed:

Believed she could be the most 

Loyal of all puppies when she wanted to

And a baby iceberg whenever she pleased

But there was a lack of Red

So the puppy grew into a dog then into a wolf

And finally a full grown beast,

Its horns raised to the shyest crescents and virgin fangs

Slicing the heatstroke wind

The beast honed an affection so ferocious,

That outlasted the fiercest of summers

So she wiped out the Atlantic winter

And let a thousand Titanics pass by,

Unharmed

So every Jack and Rose story

Could be lived to be told without any tears

So every blue sapphire was never mistaken for anything except it's own kind;

It could finally be saved

And the worth in it is that

it is rare.

My inner child was conned.

With rarity comes opportunity and

With opportunity comes the trying, the erring

And the Red.

I'm always left wondering who taught me the basics of anger

Because I couldn't have got here on my own

I hope you like this crayon,

This is my angered love for you.

The attention spent on you - worthwhile

The heart wasted on truth - correct

And the beast with her galled eyes - woman/girl

My inner child was lied to,

But my inner child only wants to be held.

That is all.

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a little something i wrote on the bus t school

bad day.