Scars

I can handle it.

Don’t think that because I’m being sweet

means you’ve got me forever.

I can slide from between your fingers,

fast,

and before you know it,

I’m gone.

Just because I’ve been dropped

doesn’t mean I can’t

drop you

after turning you inside-out.

Go ahead, try it.

You just try it.

You drop me from here.

No, go a few stories up.

You drop me, and I’ll tell you

it doesn’t hurt as much as before.

And look,

you look at what happened after

I laid in those ashes.

A pillow if my burned dreams amidst the gritty pavement,

raw skin, and

red stains.

But you know what I did?

I got up.

Yeah, I got up,

And now, look in my eyes.

You see that fire?

It will burn you if you aren’t careful.

Cause you know what?

I’m so tired of being dropped that I’ve dropped them,

one by one, so I won’t have to

be swinging, stories high, and then

plummet once more.

But here I am.

I’m telling you I don’t want to be dropped.

No one does.

But boy, if you do,

I’m tellin’ ya now-

you’ll be dropping one of the greatest souls

you’ll ever

But lucky enough to know.



July 2013