Man, I've cried some.

Bet you've too.

Mushy movies and sucky grades.
Scrapped knees and broken arms.
(the fall off the swings)
Not-so favorite lunch boxes.
Or even an overused broken toy.

Some old song or a sick joke;
That takes me down a memory lane.
Places I run by yet avoid,
Certain tapes I never run.
(or the conversations I never re-read)

Scarred wrists and busted lip.
(nights overdosed and spent)
Deserted dreams and false promises.
Half kissed goodbyes.
Salty cheeks and dry eyes.

The person I was,
I am and I one I wanted to be.
(i've become.)
Star grazed nights and;
Lonely dark daylight.

Broken butterflies.
Like shattered dreams.
(ones i've walked over.)

Guess what.

I've cried some.

I'm sure you've too.

so, here's too our raw stardust.
our torn red capes.
our dreamy incomplete drawings.

and,
rudimentary poetry.