Things Change.

"Things change," you said
As you cradled my head
That leaked its soul
Upon your shoulder.
I cried some more,
Till my nerves were sore,
And you cradled me still
As it grew colder.
I wished I was bolder.

I spoke to you
Of broken sinews
That unweave themselves
As we grow older.
You replied with calm
You tightened your arms
And still stroked my hair
Flowing on your shoulder.
I said, "I want to be bolder."

I leaked my soul
A soul that was whole
I leaked my soul
Upon your shoulder.
Upon my soldier.
Upon your shoulder.
I can now say I'm finally bolder.

True or False

There’s a strain when you swallow,

I see sweat on your brow,
No lights on your cheeks
When you talk to me now.

Your words cause deflection,
Your stance is unsure,
My questions go unanswered
So I keep throwing more.

Missiles fall on my head,
They’re all coming from you;
A battlefield of these thoughts
And words I’ve found untrue.

I’m shocked and disarmed,
Now I watch from my base
As you send in your faux fighters
And hide your real face.

Sharp statements come flying,
Ripping through my air,
Desecrating my soldiers
That I had fought to lay bare.

Your army of nothing,
Your weapons of choice,
Destroy my entire force
Without making a noise.

It’s too late now
To put away your guns
Don’t stop now
This can’t be undone

Can you not see
Nothing verbal is on your side?
Can you not see
Nothing from you will ease my mind?
Can you not see
Nothing you say will make me go blind?
But you still tell me I can close my eyes.

There's a strain when you swallow,

Still more sweat on your brow,
No lights on my cheeks
As you deceive me now.

So tell me just how
You live with your lies,
Tell me how
You invite these goodbyes,
Tell me again
How you don’t hear my cries
And tell me just how
You find a way to sleep at night.

When you’re done annihilating,
When you’re through tearing my shreds,
I just want you to promise me
You won’t do this to anyone else.

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The Keeper.

Do you still wish you were seventeen

With all the room to display

Your mistakes as achievements

And think they will wash away?

Or are you stuck at fifty four

One more step outside the door

Because it didn’t really matter

What you really had to say?

Age is just a number that’s

Tied up by

Memories,

Keep yours safe for a while

In the pocket with your

Keys.

Did someone hear you out loud

When you whispered in my ear,

Or was it you hesitating to speak

Because your mind is still unclear?

You’re not that young anymore,

But you’ll never be this old,

We may never be clever enough to know

That we’re always a bit too bold.

Age is just a number that’s

Tied up by

Memories,

Keep yours safe for a while

In the pocket with your

Keys.

Skeletons are left in the closet
Secrets are kept in a box.
Carefully choose who gets to open
All of your little locks.

Skeletons are kept in the closet
Secrets are dropped in a box.
You choose who gets to undo
All your precious locks.

TheKey.