Calico Frost

i've always loved the smell of paper

and i get to decide where everything gets to go.

when i hear a sound

i'd rather see what it is 

than cower and wonder 

what it could be.

 they say I used to be so free,
 as if I set that freedom down
 somewhere careless
 and forgot to pick it back up.

Pull the laces tighter

A waist of 5 inches

No more

Get a ring on that finger

From a man with honor

Or you won't get your father's money

I'll go breathe the mist 

When coals cool into the fog 

Blocking the mind's sight.

I was once 13 and a few hours younger

Just a bit

To young to comprehend the heartbreak of creation

To create something that the world

rejects

before it rejects you.