For the boy I once knew.


With those sad eyes

Who sees it all

Who lingers

Until the view is clear

Who trembles

By the strokes on your cheek

Who breaks

From the violence in your head


And again

And again.

You need to look

Just a bit closer

To see the last piece of your puzzle

As it was lost a long time ago

And hidden by the memories since

You are not dying

You are not broken

You have simply never been complete

So please, my dear

Close those all seeing eyes

And exhale the darkness

You have kept locked up inside

Retrieve the child you abandoned

And hold it

Like your mother once held you

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