Strange, all I want is another chance to hold still
To recapture your genuine grin
That oozes burning beauty
Shining brighter than hell
So much so, I have to wear shades and sunblock.
Sometimes I find my intent shot with unholy bullet holes
Left for dead, my pancreas weeps for you and your mother.
Though in all fairness, you were never fair enough to outwardly apologize
For shunning the mother.
This moment of chaos only comes in bright skies and blue smiles
On days where my brain is fully intact with rules and schools that
Tell me agape is liquid diabetes.
It burns my skin, the salty shallows of self pity
When they tell me not to
Waste my youth on age.
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