when the sunflowers don't worship
at the moon's side
anymore
When the whores in high school
take payment
for a profession
that is a label.
Just a sticker
that - if you stick them in water -
will float away.
Wake me up when love isn't a teenage word
for girls and boys
who play an advanced game
of Let's Pretend.
Like...
let's pretend we're destined
for each other;
we're perfect- we should know,
let's prove it
in the old dumpster behind school
where they get caught,
but not before she catches,
and a lifetime of problems open up.
Wake me up when the sun rises like a gem
instead of like a disk, on a chariot
driven mad across a sky
by a boy-child
gone crazy
on too little affection
and too few friends.
Until the earth
paid the price for insolence.
Wake me up when the ghosts of memory
are really dead
for a change,
and chances don't come
with numbers
and expectations,
like "this is your second chance;
better not screw it up"
because of course I will.
Wake me up when you think I can face
whatever tomorrow hasn't promised,
but is flirting with,
maybe showing hints of
like a ninth grader
falling into the Game with a
senior PUA.
A little too much leg,
and all because
she's underconfident
in her own abilities
and maybe yours,
where subtlety is concerned.
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