screams of boys

I'd dress you up

to hide your frown

- make you smile

to avoid your pain (at all costs)

and again you'd be robbed your innocence

and again you'd be born into

antecedence, a long-lived familial tradition of placing
suffering beyond loss and granting being like their
seeing above 20/20 vision (next to impossible)

slowly you'll be swept away and

silence will rock and

anger will prey

upon your hearts content until it

wakes to see that

.pieces of you are left to be found at the feet of boys
who could never live up to the potential and pedestal
you placed them upon.

always called you a murderer of sorts-

I now watch you push them off the pedestal you built

screams of boys

will haunt you every day that you live

the lie

called,

.ilovehim.