these years are all we have

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there are years

.                    decades maybe 

tucked messily between

small hands and

scarred hearts.

.                                    questionable bits of time

for abandoning the

rules buried in skin.

 

for  unhinging

for

.                                    screaming at the

wind.

 

collect skeleton keys

in a jeans pocket

unlock every door you’d

.                                  peeked under, cheek to the

cold floor.

 

give your best impersonation 

.                        of every romance

you’d widened your eyes

.                                    in awe of.

bury your face in

.                someone else’s pillowcase

breathe deep,

.                   it’s all parts

of you now.

 

face the mirror

trace every                imperfection 

scribble them down and

light a match

this is called

owning your

self.

 

twist up your

very own

 

down

.                ward

spiral 

 

it’s your

only chance.

 

because these years

.             decades maybe

are all we have

to drip concrete

over

.                 who we are.