Better Than.

 

when you found me

i had innocence in my eyes

and i cried everyday because of it.

today, my tears are dry,

my bones are fried,

i smoke out from the inside.

in my mouth all i taste are lies

(fake smiles).

but i’m open.

and when the truth returns,

so will my softness.

and my bare feet will carry me to where

the new sun will rise.

and i have cared for this dream

better than.

October, 2016 Long Beach.

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