recidivi5t

for you.

In the box underneath the bed
Painted bright red
With pasted-on photographs and babys breath

This is where everything is kept
Everything old
Everything bled

Everything safety pinned to yesterday
All the negatives and cassette tapes
All my first designs and icicles
And aching teenage poetry.
When it falls
This is where it rests


Theres a trail everywhere you went
Painted bright red
There are words you said in whispered breath

And how could anyone forget
Anyone kind
Anyone hurt

Anyone struggling with honesty
Negatives and born to be
A flawed design by birthright
With your aching teenage poetry.
So it falls
This is where youll rest