Jasper Morton

last week, my brother dropped his heart 

on the pavement and we both 

watched as it cracked right open, 

spilling in red ribbons and golden gears 

I fell into a pile of books,

Met a boy,

With eyes like a stormy sea,

A heart like the sun.

Sorry I don’t know,

If I am getting up again.

Through life you need to hide.

But not really,

You hide from enemies and friends alike.

You need to hide within your own skin,

Hide your thoughts, feelings, who you are.